“Of course I do. Jealous?”
Khloe’s lips curved into a faint smile. “What a coincidence. I do know the Morrison heiress, and I know quite a few people in the Morrison family. To me, the Morrisons are as familiar as my own family.”
At Khloe’s words, the room fell silent. Surprise flickered in everyone’s eyes. Her tone was calm, unshakably serious, not the slightest hint of a joke. For a moment, nobody could tell if she was lying.
This was absurd. Denise knew the Morrison heiress, and now Khloe claimed to know her too. The Morrison family wasn’t just any family-they were Goldmont City’s top-tier elite, figures only ever glimpsed in the media. And here, in a tiny reunion, two people supposedly had access to them. 1
And Khloe’s claim-“as familiar as my own family”? That was outrageous.
A stifled snicker escaped Denise, and soon the laughter spread through the group.
“Khloe, do you think we’re all idiots? You know the Morrison heiress, fine. But familiar as your own family? Then how are you even here?”
Denise shook her head, flabbergasted. Khloe had really outdone herself this time. This was almost self- immolation by arrogance.
Someone couldn’t help but tease. “Khloe… are you going to say next that you are the Morrison heiress, the one who inherited billions?”
The comment made even the classmates who had viewed Khloe favorably shift uncomfortably: Everyone had come to reminisce, not to play games of pretense and status.
Khloe’s smile widened. “Exactly. You got it right. I am the Morrison family’s only heir, inheritor of billions.”
The room erupted in laughter, louder than before. Tina felt a flicker of embarrassment and tugged on Khloe’s hand. “Khloe, that’s enough, really…”
“Enough? If I can claim it, I’m not afraid of being challenged. Let’s see who’s really telling the truth,” Khloe said, eyes glinting.
Denise, fuming, pulled out her phone. “Fine. Watch closely. I’ll call the Morrison heiress, let her speak to you all, and tell you whether she really knows Khloe.
“If you’re lying, Khloe, I want you to finish every drink in this room tonight-and apologize on your knees.” Denise’s chin tilted arrogantly, her eyes flashing contempt. “Do you dare?”
“Alright. But if you’re lying?” Khloe countered coolly.
“What do you mean?”
Khloe blinked, letting a pause stretch for effect. Then she said, “I want you to record a video apology and send it to the alumni group. You must admit you’ve been jealous of me all this time, that you’ve never gotten over it, and that from now on, you will correct yourself and learn from me how to conduct yourself properly.”
The punishment was sharp, cruelly tailored to Denise’s weak spot. Her face drained of color. But she swallowed and nodded. She had already spoken so boldly-there was no turning back. Besides, Khloe couldn’t possibly know the Morrison heiress.
Khloe smiled faintly, signaling that Denise could proceed.
Denise unlocked her phone, navigated to a social profile, and held it up. The avatar featured a woman in a high-
end gown, and the account name stated ‘the Morrison heiress.’
Khloe couldn’t help the faint laugh rising in her throat. She wouldn’t be using such a cheap stock image for a profile picture.
As she watched Denise’s unwavering, confident posture, a single, clear thought crystallized in her mind: Denise might’ve been duped.
Denise sent a message, and the reply came almost instantly. She asked to make a quick voice call, just a minute, and the other party agreed without hesitation.
Now, everyone could hear the heiress herself. Excitement buzzed through the room. Even Tina leaned closer to Denise, unable to hide her curiosity.
“The Morrison heiress really is free, huh? Replies instantly,” Khloe murmured softly.
Denise shot her a sharp glance, but no one else seemed to notice. It was normal for the heiress to be prompt with messages, especially since she and Denise were supposedly close friends.
Soon, the voice call connected.
“Hello?” A bright, playful voice came through, slightly clipped in tone.
“Miss Morrison, sorry to disturb you so late. I’m with some friends right now, and they all admire you-they’d love to hear a few words from you,” Denise said, her tone cloying with polite flattery.
Though she claimed to be close friends, it was obvious to anyone paying attention that they weren’t. Still, knowing the Morrison heiress well enough to call her? That alone earned points.
“Oh, hello everyone,” the heiress responded, her voice carrying a delicate poise.
“Miss Morrison, I also have a friend who claims to know you-her name is Khloe,” Denise hurried to add, holding the phone out toward Khloe with a cold, pointed glance.
All eyes in the room turned to Khloe in that instant.
There was a momentary pause on the other end. “Ah… I know a lot of people, some names I can’t even remember…
Denise quickly interjected, “No worries, Miss Morrison. You don’t need to be polite. My friend tends to exaggerate she’s probably just joking.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.