From Fish Guts to Gucci: How I Trolled the Fake Heiress

Summary

The day my billionaire parents found me, I was gutting a fish in the local market.

After they brought me home, the "Fake Heiress" tried to play mind games with me, dropping passive-aggressive hints left and right.

Unfortunately for her, I barely went to school, so I didn't understand a word of her subtle shade.

My biological brother couldn't stand watching it anymore, so he gave me a copy of The Mean Girl Survival Guide.

I became a self-taught master. Later, I smiled innocently at the Fake Heiress and said:

"Haha, trying to mess with me? Jokes on you, it’s like kicking a cotton ball~"