While visiting a property development with my fiancé to buy our first home, I ran into a two-faced real estate agent.  

She showered my fiancé with compliments, praising him for being young and successful enough to afford a Rolls-Royce.  

Then, she suggested I was a fake socialite with a knockoff designer bag, implying that I was just using my charms to snag a free house.  

When she found out the property was meant to be a marital home, her voice grew loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.  

“I just think the sugar daddy who bought you those two properties last time treated you pretty well!”

“Oh, wait. Miss Gwen, don’t you have several sugar daddies? Do they all know about each other?”  

I chuckled. What she didn’t know was that my “sugar daddies” were my godfathers and I really was a socialite.  

The kicker, though, was that my so-called wealthy fiancé wasn’t rich at all. In fact, he was just a scholarship student I had been financially supporting!

After Asher and I visited Grandpa’s house, our wedding plans were finally set.

That evening, we drove off in the Rolls-Royce Grandpa gifted us, planning to check out a newly developed luxury apartment complex nearby for our future home.

The moment we arrived at the property, I made a quick stop at the restroom. In my haste, I accidentally bumped into a female sales agent as she stepped out.

"Watch where you're going, will you?" she snapped, her voice neither loud nor soft, but clearly condescending.

I glanced at her name tag: Sophia Duke, Senior Property Consultant.

Her disdainful gaze flicked over me, and she sneered, lowering her voice to say, "Some people think carrying a knockoff bag makes them a socialite.

"Posing for pictures in luxury properties and using the restrooms here without buying anything is just pathetic, don’t you think?"

I inhaled deeply, ready to retort, when she bumped her shoulder against mine and strode off arrogantly.

Once I emerged from the restroom, I saw her again.

Now, she was all smiles, practically glowing, as she stood in front of Asher. She was batting her lashes and leaning in far too closely, her chest grazing his arm as she enthusiastically pitched the property.

It wasn’t hard to see what was going on.

Asher, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit and wearing a luxury watch, had made an extra effort today since it was his first time meeting Grandpa after the older man's return from abroad.

His polished appearance screamed affluence, which, clearly, caught Sophia's eyes.

After all, in a luxurious location like this, where a single commission could fund a lavish lifestyle for years, people like Sophia would go above and beyond to secure a sale.

The moment Asher noticed me, he immediately stepped back from her, creating space, and smiled warmly. "Gwen, come over here."

Sophia's face froze when she turned and saw me standing there. Her discomfort was evident as she forced a smile. "Miss... Gwen, you're with Mr. Asher?

"Oh, I’m so sorry! I noticed your bag earlier and thought it was a knockoff. I assumed you were just here to use the restroom.

"We often get wannabe socialites with fake designer bags posing for photos here… I hope you won’t take offense?"

Fake?

The bag she was referring to had been a gift from Asher himself, and he knew perfectly well it wasn’t a knockoff.

As soon as Sophia’s words landed, Asher’s expression turned awkward. He quickly redirected the conversation.

"Gwen, this area seems like a good choice. It’s close to your family. Why don’t we have a look around?"

I had no desire to deal with Sophia any longer, so I bypassed her entirely and walked straight to Asher’s side. "No need for more talking. Let’s check out the model homes instead."

Asher gently placed his hand on my shoulder and tapped my nose playfully. "Whatever you say."

While we waited for the elevator, Sophia’s glittery-shadowed eyes remained fixed on Asher. "Mr. Asher, you’re so accomplished. You must be the CEO of some company, right?"

He gave her a polite but detached smile. "Not exactly.”

Sophia, encouraged by his response, dropped her voice into a coquettish tone. "You’re so modest! Anyone driving a Rolls-Royce at your age has to be nothing short of extraordinary."

When the elevator arrived, Sophia glanced at me disdainfully before stepping inside.

As she did, she subtly adjusted her neckline, pulling it down just enough to flaunt more of her chest.

She brazenly shoved her way past me to stand beside Asher, her heels painfully stomping onto my foot in the process.

"Hey! What’s your problem?" I exclaimed, wincing in pain.

When Sophia heard my angry outburst, she immediately put on a look of wide-eyed innocence. “Miss Gwen, I’m so sorry! I was just trying to press the elevator button for you!

“Please, don’t report me. I’m just a sales consultant, not like you. You can probably get a house with just a bat of your eyelashes. You can yell at me all you want later. Just… please don’t file a complaint.”

Seeing that the spot where her heel had landed was red, Asher kneeled down, gently massaging the top of my foot. He looked up, concerned, but said, “Gwen, let it go. I don’t think she did it on purpose. I’ll carry you if it hurts.”

My chest tightened with frustration, but I forced myself to calm down. We were here to pick out a home, after all.

Grandpa had only recently approved our engagement, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood.

I took a deep breath and nodded stiffly.

Once we entered the model home, the pain in my foot became too much, and I looked for somewhere to sit.

However, just as I was about to lower myself onto a plush sofa, Sophia suddenly stepped in front of me.

“Miss Gwen! Wait a moment!” she exclaimed, rushing off to the bedroom. She returned with several towels and began meticulously spreading them over the sofa.

“Miss Gwen, this is luxury furniture. We have to be careful, don’t you think?

“Don’t get me wrong. I do this for all my clients. It’s just protocol.”

Then, her tone shifted, laced with mockery. “But usually, real socialites and wealthy ladies understand these things without being told. Perhaps your etiquette classes didn’t cover this?”

Her final comment made my blood boil. I shot up from the chair, glaring at her. “What are you trying to say?!”

Sophia immediately shifted her demeanor, flashing an ingratiating smile. “Miss Gwen! You misunderstood me! I wasn’t criticizing you. I was just admiring how lucky you are to have found such a wonderful husband!

“Marrying into a wealthy family isn’t easy these days. I genuinely envy you.”

Asher walked over and kneeled down beside me again, gently patting my hand. “How about we get ice cream after this, hmm? No more getting angry. It doesn’t suit you,” he said softly.

Sophia clutched the towels to her chest, looking startled. “Miss Gwen, did I say something wrong? If I did, I’m sorry… I swear it wasn’t intentional.”

I glanced at Asher, biting my lip in frustration. She wasn’t worth my energy.

“Forget it.”

Asher smiled approvingly and stood, leading me further into the home.

The duplex was breathtaking, spanning over 5,000 square feet with lavish decor. Even the dining table was set with plates and glasses worth thousands of dollars.

I was admiring the layout when Sophia suddenly bumped into me from behind, sending me sprawling onto the table.

There was a deafening crash as the glassware shattered, scattering across the floor.

A sharp sting ran up my leg. It had been cut by the broken shards.

I turned around furiously, ready to confront her, but before I could speak, Sophia burst into tears.

“Miss Gwen… How could you be so careless? I… I…”

Asher rushed in, alarmed by the commotion. I pointed at her, my voice icy. “You bumped into me, didn’t you?”

Sophia glanced at Asher, her eyes brimming with tears. “Mr. Asher, I swear I didn’t… This set of dishes costs more than my monthly salary. I wouldn’t dare push her!”

I gestured toward the security camera in the top corner of the room, grabbing her wrist tightly. “You think saying you didn’t do it is enough? Fine! Let’s check the footage!”

Sophia struggled against my grip, wincing. “Miss Gwen, let go! You’re hurting me… Maybe I wasn’t paying attention, but I didn’t mean to stand so close behind you!”

She crouched down to pick up the shattered glass, her tears streaming. Combined with her short skirt and dramatic sobbing, she looked pitiful, yet oddly flirtatious.

I kicked a piece of broken glass in frustration. “What kind of unprofessional behavior is this?”

Asher stepped forward, wrapping his arms around me protectively and saying, “Gwen, it’s okay. I believe you. It’s just some broken plates. We can afford to replace them.

“By the way, I think this duplex is perfect for our future home. Don’t you think?”

The words “future home” made Sophia flinch. Her hands trembled as she continued to pick up the shards.

She glanced up, her eyes red, and her voice shaky, “Miss Gwen… but I thought… the man who gifted you two houses last time treated you well?

“Oh, wait. Aren’t there multiple “godfathers”? Do they all know about each other?”

When Sophia dropped the phrase “godfather”, her words carried a deliberately suggestive undertone.

Asher and I both turned to her simultaneously. She pretended to realize “her mistake” too late and immediately stammered, “Miss Gwen… I didn’t mean it like that… It just clicked that I might’ve seen you before…”

Asher’s brows furrowed as he turned to me, his confusion evident. “Gwen, what does she mean by godfather?”

I barely had time to respond before Sophia eagerly jumped in. “Mr. Asher, please don’t misunderstand…”

She hesitated theatrically, then continued, “Last month, I saw Miss Gwen with a man here at our development. At that time, she called him Godfather… Later, on a phone call, I heard her call someone else the same thing.”

She smiled sheepishly in my direction. “But it’s possible I misheard.”

I dragged out a slow, mocking “Hmm…” and met her gaze with a smirk. “No, you didn’t misremember. I did buy two properties from this development. Is there a problem with that?

“As for the term godfather…”

Asher blinked, stunned for several seconds, before snapping to his senses. He turned to Sophia, his tone sharp. “How dare you spread such baseless lies? Gwen is not that kind of person!”

Sophia frantically shook her head. “Mr. Asher, you can check our building’s surveillance footage and facial recognition records if you don’t believe me…”

I had no patience for her theatrics. I grabbed my bag and headed for the exit. “If I remember correctly, the sales consultant who helped me last time was Christine Thompson. She was much more professional. I’ll go find her instead.”

Hearing this, Sophia panicked and quickly backtracked. “Miss Gwen! No! I’m sorry! I was wrong!”

Asher hurried to catch up with me, gently placing his hand on my shoulder. “Gwen, I trust you. Let’s just switch consultants.”

When we returned to the sales lobby, a familiar face appeared. Christine walked up briskly, beaming. “Miss Gwen! I didn’t expect to see you back so soon!”

Asher glanced between Christine and me. I met his gaze and explained, “Asher, I have bought two properties here.”

Dad started out in real estate and collected properties all over the world. Asher already knew this.

So, Asher nodded calmly, reassuring me with a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Of course. I trust you completely. Today, we’re here to buy our own home together.”

Christine caught on quickly and smiled warmly. “Ah, so this is for your future home with your fiancé? Congratulations, Miss Gwen!”

Before I could respond, Sophia stormed over, shoving Christine aside. “Christine! You know the rules about poaching clients! Mr. Asher was my client first. How dare you try to take him from me?”

Sophia’s outburst drew a crowd, and soon the sales manager rushed over to investigate.

Christine had a puzzled look on her face. “Mr. Asher and Miss Gwen are purchasing a home together, so naturally, both their names will be on the paperwork. Miss Gwen has been my client for less than 45 days, which, as per our policy, still makes her my client.”

The sales manager quickly understood the situation and confirmed, “That’s correct. According to the rules, this deal belongs to Christine.”

Sophia glared at me with pure hatred. “Then why didn’t Miss Gwen mention this earlier?”

Feigning innocence, I smiled sweetly. “Well, if you recognized me, how could you not have known? Also, it wasn’t us who asked for you to assist us. You latched onto my fiancé the moment he walked in.

“Lastly, I’m just a customer. How would I know your internal policies?”

Sophia’s face went pale with panic. She grabbed Asher’s arm desperately. “Mr. Asher, it’s my fault for offending Miss Gwen. Maybe… you could just put the house under your name? After all, you’re not married yet…”

I let out a cold laugh. The down payment for this house was coming from my parents. Did she really think Asher would dare to go along with her suggestion?

Asher inhaled deeply and brushed her hand off his arm. “Everything will be done according to my fiancée’s wishes.”

Hearing this, the manager immediately recognized me as a VIP client. He turned on Sophia, shouting, “Apologize to Miss Gwen immediately!”

Under pressure, Sophia grudgingly apologized, her face dark with resentment. Christine then guided us to finalize the purchase of a stunning 8,000-square-foot penthouse with a sky garden and private pool for 23 million dollars.

Sophia’s expression turned green with rage, knowing she had just lost out on a massive commission worth millions.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a satisfying sense of justice.

Just when I thought the matter was finally behind me, two weeks later, Christine called me.

“Miss Gwen, I saw something today. At the exclusive golf club on the outskirts of the city, Sophia was there with your fiancé.”