Fake Heir Accuses Me of Theft, and My Allies Panic

On the eve of the Wall Street Market crash, I chose to withdraw from the American Stock Tycoon Championship.

Both of my so-called childhood friends bombarded me with calls, ordering me to keep competing.

I hung up, yanked out the SIM card, flushed it down the toilet, and made myself a bowl of instant noodles. While the stock market roared on, I binged a TV series.

In my past life, after I won the championship, the fake heir stormed the stage, tearfully accusing me of stealing his stock trading strategies.