When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

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.

than the host’s youngest older brother—currently a superstar in

older brothers was that Jean could run into one just by

putting more and

“Winston!”

echoed loudly—clear

to look at Jean, their

seen her type before. Bold, shameless, thinking

As if.

never even looked at girls like

hard they

sure enough, Winston didn’t react at all. It was like he

girls expected nothing less. Their

give up. She quickly spotted the court entrance, slipped in, and cut

“Winston.”

head and called him again, clear as

Everyone froze.

Winston, who’d been blank-faced up

hell is this? Is she

around the fence

so shameless, calling him by name like

get his attention. What a

Calling him by his name? Who does she think she

trying to throw herself at

smirked. He hadn’t expected this girl to be so unpredictable. He couldn’t resist teasing the white-haired boy

The two had been close since childhood. Same class, played ball together, hung out

here who’d

Winston still wasn’t reacting, so she called

guy deaf or

voice floated right into Winston’s ears. He

ice—cold, hard, unreadable. His lips curved into a faint

“You talking to me?”

chick. She looked innocent and polite. “Yeah. That’s your name. Am I not allowed to

creased slightly. The look in his eyes

a cold arc, and he looked at Jean

your dad while you’re at

glance, he turned and

knew it! She could plot all she wanted, but Winston

girls cheered, delighted by Winston’s

hates clingy girls who act all close like that. Whiny and annoying… she