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!”

pulled up an image on my phone. “This is the real dress. This photo

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

murmur spread through the

‘I had to hire‘? She can’t be the designer, right?”

won an international

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

moment.

“It’s her!”

a doctored picture

bet

their desperate attempts to

real one is still in my workshop. Every award–winning design I’ve

voice rang out over the

crowd turned, parting

young woman walked toward me, and I smiled, pleasantly surprised. “Sol! I can’t believe you’re here too!” “Excuse me? That’s the Kenway heiress! Who do you think you are,