Part 2I Sold My Photos to Catfish My Ex, But Accidentally Hooked His Billionaire Cousin

Under the client's countless reminders and instructions.

I dressed up carefully as promised, arriving at the mall half an hour early to familiarize myself with the layout.

I didn't expect to bump into Oliver right here in the mall.

He looked relaxed, one hand stuffed in his pocket.

Beside him was a girl, chattering away continuously.

Oliver wasn't really listening, a careless smile hanging on his face. But he hadn't shown any signs of impatience from start to finish, which was basically a miracle.

I was stunned.

Until Oliver noticed me, and his smile vanished.

He muttered a low curse: "What rotten luck."

I heard him clearly, but kept my face blank.

The girl instinctively grabbed Oliver's arm and shot me an unfriendly look: "Who are you?"

When I didn't answer, she looked up at Oliver piteously.

Oliver scoffed: "A broke loser."

Well, wasn't that the truth? If I wasn't broke, why would I be here meeting a fake Oliver?

I let out a dry laugh, my tone lifting slightly, "To be hated by the great Young Master Sterling, I guess it's an honor."

Hearing this, Oliver's face instantly darkened.

He crossed his arms, speaking without an ounce of mercy: "Evelyn, which item in here can you afford?"

"As long as you can afford it, that's all that matters." I smiled and pointed to a nearby store, "Didn't you buy me a bag from there before?"

The girl's eyes widened, "What is your relationship?"

What relationship? First love.

But dating this young master was the biggest mistake I'd ever made in my life.

Oliver didn't speak, and I couldn't be bothered to make a fool of myself. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and prepared to leave.

"Evelyn." His tone was light, but carried the same condescension and arrogance as before. "Which guy did you trick into paying for you this time?"

I turned back, "Don't worry, Young Master Sterling, I haven't managed to trick anyone more generous than you yet."

Of course, not counting the guy the client scammed.

Oliver had been pampered by countless people since childhood; he never hid his emotions.

For instance, right now, I knew he was in a very bad mood.

Afraid he would delay my upcoming meet-and-greet, I paused and then tried to placate him: "You were right before, people like me won't find happiness. But as long as you're happy, that's what matters."

Actually, regarding this whole "sworn enemy" thing, I felt it was entirely Oliver unilaterally hating me.

I had never liked making enemies, especially not with a first love who had been so generous.

The young master, who had always been hard to please, was even less receptive to this now.

He sneered, incredibly harsh, "Don't leave. I want to see what kind of trash you've hooked this time."

I froze.

I didn't even know what kind of persona the client had established with this fake Oliver. If it was some pure, innocent "white lotus" type, wouldn't this whole thing blow up in my face?

With Oliver's personality, a few words would likely expose me.

I swallowed my pride: "He's not as good-looking as you, and he doesn't have as much money as you. Young Master Sterling, why are you trying to embarrass me?"

The girl nodded along, "Yeah, Ollie, let's just go."

Oliver didn't even spare the girl a glance. His long fingers pulled a card from his pocket.

The girl took it, her demeanor instantly changing, and she left efficiently, "Then I'll go shopping. Ollie, just text me if you need anything."

I smiled, "She's quite cute."

Oliver didn't take the bait, but he also showed no intention of leaving, just glaring at me.

But he was always like this, willful and unrestrained.

Once, when he had a high fever, I was pacing around with worry. He just lazily held my hand, "Do you want to try 104 degrees?"

My eyes widened, and my face instantly turned bright red.

Not from shyness, but from anger. "Are you sick in the head?"

His lips curved, trying to suppress a muffled laugh.

We ended up trying it, and he ended up in the ER.

...

They were all childish memories.

I lowered my eyes.

Oliver quickly grew impatient. He lifted his eyelids, "You didn't just make someone up, did you?"

I stayed silent.

His patience exhausted, he answered a call from a friend, "Fine, I'll be right there."

Then he glanced at me, mockery floating in the depths of his eyes, "Instead of carrying that cheap canvas bag, you shouldn't have been so stubborn about your pride back then."

With that, he took long strides outward, getting further and further away from me.

I watched his tall silhouette.

Even the way he walked had a careless swagger to it.

Back when I broke up with Oliver, I packed up all the luxury goods he had given me and shipped them back to him.

He only sent me a few words: [I don't accept trash here.]

And then he blocked me.

As for those luxury goods, a friend told me he threw them all in the trash can outside his villa.

My phone notification chimed non-stop.

Ning: [Babe, are you there yet?

[How about we meet at the cafe? I just told him I'd wait for him at the cafe?

[Babe, text me back quickly!]

I composed my emotions and replied: [Okay, I'm heading to the cafe now.]

When I got to the cafe, I looked around.

I texted the client: [Babe, bad news, Oliver isn't here. Even worse news, there's only one handsome guy here.]

[Impossible! He said he's already arrived!] she replied anxiously.

I let out a sigh.

Until I saw the only handsome guy walking towards me. The corners of his eyes tilted up slightly, a small red mole under his eye, smiling warmly.

But he inexplicably had a kind of cunning, fox-like aura.

I warily took a step back.

He spoke, his voice magnetic: "Evelyn."

Me: "..."

I looked down and texted the client: [Is your name Ning? Did you use my name?]

She replied instantly: [Uh... yes. I didn't dare use my real name, and since we were negotiating the price for the photos and videos, I just gave him your name.]

Me: [Wow.]

I put my phone away, took a deep breath, looked up, and greeted the man: "Hello there."

Up close, the man was even more handsome.

He had delicate features, but didn't look effeminate. A high nose bridge, thin lips curving slightly, a shiny stud in his left ear. He was much better looking than I had imagined, even somewhat breathtaking.

Wait, he had absolutely no need to use Oliver's photo!

I offered an awkward smile, "You and the photo you sent me... look quite different."

He raised an eyebrow, "I don't recall ever sending you a photo of myself."

Me: ?

My expression lost control for a moment.

This guy hadn't even sent a photo, so how was the client so certain he was Oliver?!

"Then I remembered wrong." I fought the urge to grind my teeth, forcing a difficult smile, "Do you mind if I go to the restroom first?"

"Sure." He smiled brightly.

Once in the restroom, I immediately called "Ning".

As soon as it connected, I unleashed a torrent of words: "I fucking told you, your online date is not Oliver, it's not Oliver! Fine if you didn't listen, I figured it was just a catfish. Turns out the guy never even sent you a photo, why did you think he was Oliver!"

A long silence from the other end.

After a while, a "Holy shit" popped out.

It was actually a male voice!

I was stunned.

"He's not Oliver? How is that possible? Then who is he?" he asked in a rapid-fire sequence.

I was also losing my mind: "You're asking me? Where did you fish this guy out from? This is so sketchy!"

I thought she was just a sister scamming money online, who knew it was a guy? No wonder he had to buy voice packs from me.

"What does he look like? Describe him quickly!" I didn't expect this guy to be more anxious than me.

Me: "He's actually quite handsome, don't worry about that."

Silence again from the other end.

Long after, his voice sounded as if he had lost the will to live: "Does he have a red mole near his eye?"

Me: "Yes."

"Ahhhhhhhhh! I'm doomed!"

...Now you know you're doomed, why weren't you afraid of being doomed when you were scamming people for money.

If he had actually scammed Oliver, he really would be doomed. With Young Master Sterling's temper, he'd absolutely skin him alive; it'd be a miracle if he didn't kill him.

After a while, he asked painfully: "...Then what do I do?"

I was curious, "I think this guy is way better than Oliver, what makes you think Oliver is such a prize?"

"No, you don't understand, this guy is way scarier than Oliver. If Oliver wants to teach me a lesson, my grandma can at least step in and stop him. If my brother wants to teach me a lesson, no one will dare say a word!"

Saying that, he started crying bitterly again.

My eyes widened: "...What did you say?"

He was clearly desperate: "No wonder Oliver said I was stupid, am I really that stupid?"

Me: "...What do we do now, do I make a run for it?"

"Don't!" He gritted his teeth, "If you run, he'll definitely investigate. He'll 100% trace it back to me!"

I was speechless.

He simply said: "Why don't you just take over my WeChat account, let's just pretend it was you talking to him the whole time. Anyway, my brother is not bad-looking, and he transfers a lot of money..."

My pupils experienced an earthquake.

Before I could answer, he mumbled to himself again: "I didn't expect him to be so generous when dating. Fuck, why isn't he like this when he gives me my allowance?"

"Forget it." I refused.

Ever since I broke up with Oliver, I saw things clearly.

What doesn't belong to you, will never belong to you, no matter what you do.

Especially with these wealthy young masters.

Don't harbor too many delusions about them.

Not to mention, if I really got involved with this man and Oliver found out, who knows how the young master would freak out.

Right, he might just mock the man: "You have terrible taste, getting involved with a woman like Evelyn."

I thought silently in my heart, and sighed again.

The other end of the line was unhappy, "Aren't you offering after-sales service?"

Truly a family!

This thought process is as sick as Oliver's.

I said flatly: "Hanging up."

"Fifty thousand! I'll add another fifty thousand!" He panicked, "I'll even take out my New Year's red envelope money! You absolutely cannot let my brother find out."

Me: "...One million."

Him: "...Lion opening its mouth, you must be trying to drain me dry after milking my brother?"

"Then forget it," I said.

"Deal!" He broke down.

"What's your brother's name?" I asked.

"Liam Sterling."

I jerked my eyes up, "Is that Oliver's older cousin who's always abroad?"

"Yes."