Fake Heir Accuses Me of Theft, and My Allies Panic

Chapter 1

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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.

My two childhood friends turned on me, each slapping me across the face, publicly denouncing me as a fraud.

The fake heir was elevated to "stock market god" status, amassing thousands of adoring fans.

Meanwhile, I was ostracized, canceled online, and branded a copycat. In the end, one of his obsessed fans pushed me off a skyscraper—Midtown Manhattan Penthouse. I died instantly.

This time around, I bowed out of the championship entirely.

As for Ryder Hartwell, the fake heir, I want to see how he’ll survive the impending 2008 Financial Crisis.

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