The Pretend-to-Be-Poor Rich Second GenerationChapter 1
I was from a rich family but I pretended to be poor.
In the eyes of my classmates, I was an unwanted illegitimate child.
Listening to his mockery, I almost burst out laughing but he thought I was crying.
He was so stupid. Just the identities of my parents could scare him to death.
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My name was Jeremy Franklin and I was a son of a rich family.
My father was the richest man in New York and his business involved 90% of New York's economic fields.
My mom was a diplomat. She was also a best-selling author on a website's novel list. Each of her books was a hit, and she had over a hundred million fans.
I was handsome, had good grades, and came from a wealthy family. I should be a popular figure pursued by thousands of people in school.
But now, I was only called as 'an ordinary handsome guy' by others.
Why?
It was all because of my sister.
She was invited by an international director to make a movie as soon as she graduated, and she even signed a confidentiality agreement for this.
Before the movie was released, she was not allowed to show her face on social media platforms in order to keep the mystery.
We grew up abroad and everyone only knew that the Franklin family had a son and a daughter, but our parents had protected us well and we had never been seen.
So when I was just brought back from abroad, I was ordered to keep a low profile and pretend to be an ordinary person.
It had been three years of pretending, and it was killing me.
My parents wouldn't come to tonight's family-school activity. I, who was unaccompanied by my parents, could only do odd jobs on the side.
Harry Cooper said in a mocking tone as soon as he saw me.
"Hey, Jeremy, are you moving tables again?"
He didn't like me and taunted me every time, just because he was rejected when he openly confessed his love for the school belle.
The school belle said to him, "Harry, I don't like you. I like the kind of cool and handsome guy like Jeremy."
Since then, Harry had his eyes on me.
In fact, I was just a nodding acquaintance with the school belle. She was in the Arts class and I was in the Science class. We would only say a few words when we met on the awards stage.
So I always thought that it was just an excuse for the school belle to reject Harry.