Bogus Billionaire by Shining Riviera

Chapter 16

In the store, a woman in an elaborate dress sat at the counter trying on different bracelets.

Gwen saw her and, disgusted, she exclaimed, “It’s Brie Collins!” Caroline’s hands balled into fists immediately.

The Collinses had devised the downfall of the Evanses many years ago. After that, the Collinses took over her family’s place as one of the four most influential families in the city. However, they were different from the other families with considerable lineage because, being nouveau riche, they did not have concrete support or power. So others often criticized them, notably after Caroline returned to the country.

As the heiress of the Morrisons, Caroline had gone through rigorous etiquette training since birth. Regardless of the size of any event, she always appeared elegant and poised. However, the children of the Collins family were different and often made a fool of themselves in the eyes of the media. Even Brie Collins, the favorite daughter of Howard Collins–the head of the Collins family–could not escape that fate.

Both the Evans and the Collins families were on bad terms, and Brie Collins regarded Caroline as a thorn in her side.

said, lowering her voice. She did not want to have her day ruined by insignificant people. Caroline nodded and started to turn when she heard an unpleasant

you’re here already, just come in,” Brie said. “Or are you afraid you can’t afford to shop here because your position in

Collins. “I just don’t want to be seen in the same space as

are you calling trash?” Brie smacked the table as she rose from her seat, laying waste to the effort she made to maintain an

front.

her lips. “Well, if the shoe fits, Ms.

do is talk. Let’s see who else will have your back when Eddy Morrison annuls the marriage agreement.”

Caroline merely smiled at her and walked to the cashier. “Can you please check the approximate price of this

jewelry store in the area and the most famous

you must’ve lost your mind. If you’re thinking of having it appraised, you should at least bring something genuine.” Even though the bracelet she wore looked fine,

an ordinary white–collar worker, she believed in his character. This bracelet may

understand?” She continued, deliberately spacing out the words, “I said…

is fake.”

the shopkeepers who were suppressing their laughter. She touched the bracelet on her wrist, and the corner of