The False Heir Took the Wrong Captive

I was the false heir of a wealthy family.

And I’d locked the real heir up in my private villa.

Three months later, the little wolf hated me to his bones.

He stared at the new necklace I’d bought him, his face full of loathing.

“Young Master Shen, what exactly did I ever do to you?”

I chuckled and looked down at him.

“No reason, kid. You were born to be my dog. Understand?”

The moment I finished, several lines of text floated across my vision.

[This false heir is vicious and stupid. Nearly three months, and he still hasn’t realized he grabbed the wrong guy.]

[If he’d done nothing, the worst he’d have faced was getting kicked out of the family. Instead, he kidnapped the male lead’s younger brother and humiliates him every day. When the male lead—the top—finds his brother, this impostor is shark food.]

[If I remember right, the top comes back to China next week. This fake won’t be strutting around much longer!]

So not only had I wasted three months, I was going to pay with my life?

Pei Songjun stared coldly at me.

I moved my foot away and forced myself to sound calm.

“Fine. I’m not completely unreasonable. If you hate it so much, get out tomorrow. I’ll send someone over with the keys and a phone later.”

He froze.

“And a bank card with ten million yuan on it. Compensation.”