The Real Heiress Is in Queue, Please Wait

Summary

The day the true heiress, Lydia, came back, she threw everything out of my room.

"I'm the real daughter of this family. You, the imposter, can get the hell out."

"Oh, and before you go," she added with a sneer, "you can pay back the money you've cost my family for the last twenty years. Let’s call it half a million a year. Ten million dollars. Wire it directly to my account."

I silently held out my phone, displaying a QR code for the Heir Verification System.

"Of course, Miss Lydia. But before we get to that, you'll need to join the queue and await identity verification."