When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

Chapter 6

When the Family Ch 6

Chapter 6 A Public Claim

On the far side of the field stood a tall chain-link fence, enclosing an entire basketball court.

The sound of basketballs hitting the ground echoed nonstop.

“Ahhh! He’s so hot!”

“This is my first time seeing him in real life, oh my God!”

“Why is he playing here?”

“I heard the high school court is under renovation, so he came over…”

“Hurry, take some pictures. He looks amazing…”

A group of girls crowded near the fence, excited and practically trembling.

Jean curiously looked over—

On the main court, the boys moved like living beams of sunlight—quick, sharp, radiant.

The one who stood out the most was the boy currently dribbling down the court. He was tall, effortlessly good-looking, with pale skin and striking features—like a wildflower blooming bright and bold in the middle of a forest.

Most eye-catching of all was his head of white hair—so surreal it looked straight out of a manga.

Jean froze. And in that very moment of distraction, the basketball suddenly flew over the fence and struck her right on the head—

Thud!

Jean thought she must not have checked her horoscope this morning. It was one thing after another today.

She’d been hit by a basketball. Again.

Luckily, it didn’t hurt too bad.

Good thing she had a hard head.

“Winston, you’re insane! That shot was way too high!”

“Go check on the little girl, man. You probably hurt her.”

The white-haired boy narrowed his eyes lazily. “Too much work. You go.”

Winston?

Jean’s eyes flew open.

recognized him at first. This white-haired guy was none other than the host’s youngest

many older brothers was that Jean could run

away and was heading for the sidelines, putting more and more distance between them. Jean immediately took a step forward and

“Winston!”

sound echoed loudly—clear and

look at

type before. Bold, shameless, thinking that

As if.

even looked at

how hard they tried, it

all. It was

girls expected nothing less. Their

quickly spotted the court entrance, slipped in, and

“Winston.”

called him again, clear

Everyone froze.

Winston, who’d been blank-faced up until

the hell is this? Is she

around

him by

get his attention. What a

by his name? Who does she think

should look in a mirror… trying to throw herself at him like

out loud. Aren’t you gonna say something?” Rylan smirked. He hadn’t expected this girl to be so

Winston, Rylan came from a prestigious Blairford family. The two had been close since childhood. Same class, played ball

the only one here who’d dare joke

wasn’t reacting, so she called again.

guy deaf or

clear voice floated right into Winston’s ears. He squinted a

like glass frosted with ice—cold, hard, unreadable. His lips curved into a faint smirk. His expression was

“You talking to me?”

a little pecking chick. She looked innocent and polite.

brows creased slightly. The look in

and he looked at Jean like

you say I’m your

glance, he turned

she wanted, but Winston doesn’t fall for

delighted by Winston’s

girls who act all close like that. Whiny

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