The Pretend-to-Be-Poor Rich Second Generation

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.

But Harry obviously didn't think so. He was now looking at me with disdain, saying, "You should have asked your parents to come. This is the opportunity for you poor people to meet rich guys."

I was in a private school, and most of my classmates were children from rich families like Harry.

There were also some children from ordinary families who were admitted tuition-free because of their excellent grades.

I was usually very low-key, and my classmates thought I was from an ordinary family.

Looking at Harry's arrogant demeanor, I put down the table and endured it.

I glanced down unintentionally and laughed when I happened to see his shoes.

"Your shoes..."

Before I finished speaking, Harry immediately changed his expression, with the corners of his mouth crazily upturned and his voice grew louder and louder, arrogant as hell.

"Nice shoes, right? They are the newly released collaboration edition, which are very expensive."

Upon hearing his words, several students passing by in the corridor couldn't help but slow down their pace and look over.

I looked straight at him and spoke calmly, "Your shoes are fake."

Harry's smile instantly froze on his face and his eyes widened.

He was furious, "What nonsense are you talking about, you country bumpkin?"

"The shoes were given to me by my father's client last night. They were brought back from Washington. How could they be fake?"

Harry was so anxious that he almost stomped his feet. I calmly took out my phone and tapped it several times, gesturing for him to look.

On it was the front page description of the brand's official website.

I laughed out loud and said, "Don't you know? The shoes have been getting a lot of fakes lately, and the brand made an announcement."

"Currently, it is only available for sale overseas and we do not have it for sale domestically."

Harry looked at my phone in disbelief.

I continued to explain.

"It just so happens that I came across a tutorial on how to identify fake products. So, at first glance, your shoes, to me, are fake."

Hearing this, Harry's face turned pale.

I left him with a final word and then ignored him, moving the table directly.

"Harry, don't wear fake shoes."

Several classmates burst into laughter behind me.

I felt a lot of relief.

When I got home, I directly threw my backpack on the sofa.

"Sis, I don't want to pretend anymore. My classmate actually called me a country bumpkin!"

My sister Evelyn Franklin was leaning on the sofa playing with her cell phone. After listening to me, she advised me, "Just bear with it."

"I can't stand it!"

"My movie will be released in four months."

"Evelyn..."

After hearing this, she thought for a moment, "If you endure for another four months, I'll have Dad give you that Ferrari SF90."

"Deal!" I instantly felt much better and shouted, "Uncle James, clean that Ferrari for me. I'm going to take it tomorrow!"

Evelyn smiled helplessly, "Calm down. Tomorrow is Friday, not the weekend. You still have to go to school."

Although that was the case, when I got the sports car, I remained joyful even when I went to school the next day.

At noon, the homeroom teacher came over to give special instructions.

The other grades would have a parent-school activity tonight, so there was bound to be traffic at the end of the school day. We were told to contact our parents and it would be best to carpool home today.

My deskmate tilted his head and looked at me, "How about you take my family's car and go home together? I'll give you a ride. Where do you live?'

I thought about my luxurious villa area and decisively refused, "No need."

"Don't be polite. Your car can't be carpooling."

I was speechless.

In order to travel in a low-profile way, my dad asked Uncle James to buy the cheapest car on the market to pick me up for school.

The next day, Uncle James came back with a mini car.

With only two seats, it was really impossible to carpool.

I had to agree and thank my deskmate. I would just randomly mention a place and then go back after getting out of the car.

I didn't expect that my deskmate's family car had a flat tire on the way. He said I could only find other classmates to carpool home.

I said it was okay, and then sent a message asking Uncle James to come and pick me up.

Just as I walked to the school gate, I saw several classmates surrounding Harry, listening to him talking.

"My dad is picking me up today in a Porsche 718, and he can pick you up too."

The classmates next to him were all envious.

"That's great. Harry's family cars are all luxury cars. He's really rich."

"Yeah, I heard that several of Harry's cars are worth 800,000 to 900,000 dollars. They are so expensive."

"I heard that Harry's family is going to cooperate with the Franklin Group, the richest group in New York."

"Damn, then your family will make a fortune. Harry, don't forget about me when you get rich."

Enjoying the praise of classmates, Harry was quite satisfied, with the corners of his mouth almost curling up to the sky.

When he turned his head and saw me, his expression became playful. He hurriedly came over to ask me with fake kindness.

"Jeremy, do you want to ride in my car? Let you experience what a luxury car is like."

I probably know what Harry had in mind.

Last night, I pointed out that he was wearing fake shoes and embarrassed him, so today he deliberately had his family come to pick him up in a luxury car to embarrass me.

Porsche 718 was around 90 to 110 thousand. It was a rare luxury car among our classmates.

Not waiting for me to answer, he took it upon himself, "Unfortunately, my car is full. You can line up next time."

I was about to speak when suddenly I heard a burst of exclamation from the other end.

I turned my head and saw a familiar Ferrari SF90 slowly approaching.

Everyone's eyes were caught by this car.

"Is that a Ferrari?"

"Yeah, look at that logo. It's so cool."

"Whose car is it?"

Soon, the car stopped in front of us. The suited Uncle James got out and smiled at me and nodded.

"Master, please get in the car."

In just an instant, I felt the air at the school gate solidify.

Harry's face visibly blushed.

"What? He called Jeremy master??"

"Did I hear it wrong?!"

"Wait, uncle, are you here to pick up Jeremy?"

Uncle James nodded honestly, "Yes."

With these words, the crowd at the entrance of the school fell into a dead silence again.

Everyone's eyes were focused on me.

"Jeremy, is he your family's driver?"

To be honest, I really wanted to nod my head and reveal my identity.

After pretending for so long, I was actually very uncomfortable.

But as I looked at this Ferrari SF90 in front of me, I remembered my dream of a sports car, as well as my sister's dream of being an actress.

I decided to endure it a little longer.

I held back the corners of my mouth that wanted to rise, and walked over to Uncle James's side, gestured for him not to speak, and turned around to explain to everyone.

"He is the driver of my distant relative's family, not mine. Please don't misunderstand."

After hearing my explanation, Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I knew it. There's no way it could be yours."

Other classmates were all discussing.

"Wow! Jeremy, your relative is really amazing. Is this car worth millions?"

"This is the first time I've seen such a handsome car, thanks to Jeremy. I learned a lot today."

The crowd gathered around the Ferrari to take pictures, while Harry stood on the side with his eyes widened.

No one cared about his Porsche.

It was being praised before, and the next second, it was defeated by the Ferrari.

He seemed to be getting angrier and angrier as he watched, and undeterred, he came up to me and asked.

"Jeremy, is this really a car belonging to your relatives? It's not something you rented just to show off, right?"

Hearing his words, a few classmates also looked over with puzzled gazes.

It was indeed a bit sudden for someone who usually looked ordinary to suddenly be picked up by a relative in a car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

I shrugged and blurted out, "How can I afford to rent? Do you think it's possible?"

Someone suddenly spoke up loudly, "It's really impossible!"

Harry frowned even more, his tone was impatient.

"How is it not possible?"

The classmate recognized the style of the car and quickly said.

"This is a Ferrari SF90! There are only three in the country, and only the richest person in New York, Philip Franklin, has this car. It's impossible to rent it!"

Some students immediately took out their mobile phones and googled, quickly confirming that this statement was correct.

Harry's face turned pale this time, and he asked incredulously.

"Is this car Philip Franklin's!? Is your relative the richest man in New York?!"

In an instant, everyone was looking at me.

I smiled and nodded, "Yeah."

This car was bought by my dad.

My dad... How couldn't he be considered my relative?

I walked past Harry with my hands in my pockets and went to the front of the Ferrari.

Uncle James cooperatively opened the car door.

I turned around and asked sincerely.

"Harry, do you want to ride in my relative's car and experience what a luxury car is like?"

Harry naturally couldn't face me and left dejectedly.

I gave a ride to some classmates on my way home and waited until they all got off before asking Uncle James.

"Uncle James, why did you drive this car out?"

Uncle James was a little confused, "Master, you told me to wash the car yesterday and said that I must drive this one today."

"..." I felt a bit helpless. "You did a good job, but don't drive it out next time. I was just joking."

Luckily, I didn't expose my identity, or my sister would be furious. I couldn't waste all my efforts after such a long time.

The fact that my distant relative was the richest man in New York quickly spread in school, and my fame in school increased greatly.

Two weeks later on Friday, there was a cultural festival at school, and our class was responsible for organizing the equipment.

We were late for lunch, and when we went to the cafeteria to eat, there were only a few leftovers.

Harry suggested, "I'll treat you all to dinner at the revolving restaurant."

I was about to say that I wouldn't go and would rather take a nap during lunch break.

But my deskmate just pulled me out directly, "Great, great, I'm starving to death. Thanks, Harry."

Others also quickly thanked Harry. Harry looked like the head of the family and invited everyone to set off together.

I couldn't resist everyone's enthusiasm, so I didn't refuse.

The revolving restaurant was a famous restaurant in New York, a ten-minute walk from the school.

Just as we walked to the entrance of the revolving restaurant, Harry suddenly turned back to look at me.

"Jeremy should not have been here, right? After all, it's very expensive here."

I had no choice but to show a faint smile when I was inexplicably cued.

I really hadn't been here before.

My family had so many properties. When I just returned, my sister often took me to eat, drink and have fun all over the country.

Later, when I had to go to school and didn't have time to play, she invited the chef directly to the house to cook for us.

Although I hadn't eaten at this restaurant, it was owned by my family, and the chef came directly to our house for service. There was no need to come here.

Harry, however, took my reaction of smiling without saying anything as a sign of my embarrassment, and he continued to brag to me.

"I often come to this restaurant. I am a VIP here. I can introduce it to you when we go in."

A classmate interrupted, "It seems that many people are queuing. Will we have to wait for a long time?"

Harry proudly shook his head, "VIPs don't need to queue."

Suddenly, a classmate shouted, "Hey, isn't that the school belle Yara Lewis?"

I turned around and saw a beautiful girl walking towards us.

When Yara appeared, Harry became a bit nervous.

After all, everyone in the school knew that he liked Yara.

He hurriedly greeted, "Yara, are you coming to eat too?"

Yara, who was stopped, scanned us before answering coyly.

"Yes, I came with my classmates from the student council. But there seems to be a line, so we're going to eat somewhere else."

She was followed by a few more classmates.

Harry smiled so much, "It's okay, I have a membership. I can arrange a table for you."

Yara said, "No need."

"It's just a small favor. I'll handle it."

He walked arrogantly at the forefront. The waiter at the entrance of the store greeted him with a smile and asked.

"Hello, do you have a reservation?"

Harry took out his membership card and said proudly, "No."

"I'm sorry, without a reservation, please wait in line."

Harry changed his expression, "Look carefully. I am a VIP!"

"I'm sorry, we are fully booked today. Even VIP has to wait in line."

Harry was completely dumbfounded.

I felt embarrassed for him from a distance. I didn't expect him to make a fool of himself in front of Yara.

Seeing this scene, a few classmates murmured.

"We don't have time to wait. We have to hurry back to class after eating."

"What a pity, we were hoping Harry would treat us to a big meal. It seems hopeless now."

"I'm starving now."

I was starving too, so I turned around, wanting to go back and find a place to eat.

The next second, a man in a white shirt walked towards us, and the waiter nodded and bowed to him.

"Hello, General Manager."

I heard the sound and looked over, meeting his eyes.

It was George Brown!