The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 102

“Watch who you’re talking to, because I think you’re the stupid one!”

“I’m not. In fact, to prove it, I can tell that your dress is a knockoff,” I claimed.

Lisbeth finished her speech at just the right moment, and the crowd erupted into applause. I joined in.

The woman, however, was pouting. She looked down at her dress and muttered, “How could this be a knockoff? I spent a lot of money and pulled a lot of strings to get it!”

Her friends were just as stunned. “Did someone scam you?

“No way! I’ve always bought from this seller. She knows a lot of top designers and tailors–she can always get her hands on high fashion and branded wear!” the woman insisted.

Then she turned back to me with a glare. “How dare you accuse me of wearing bootlegs? You’re projecting, aren’t you? In fact, yours aren’t even branded!”

the real dress. This photo was taken

at it, girl. The color and pattern aren’t the same as the one you’re wearing. The original features highly skilled embroidery–I had to hire a master embroiderer to create this pattern by hand. It took over half a month. “But the one on your dress? I can tell it was either machine–made or

murmur spread through the

did she mean, ‘I had to hire‘? She can’t

won an international

held up another photo, this time showing me with my certificate and trophy, standing next to

crowd fell silent for a moment. Then the whispers

“It’s her!”

this has gotta be a doctored picture or something!”

I bet

at their desperate attempts to deny

in my workshop. Every award–winning design I’ve ever made is kept there. I only

the

turned, parting

“Excuse me? That’s the Kenway heiress! Who do you think you are, calling her by her name?” someone