From His Fake Wife to Billionaire Heiress (Riley and Lucas) novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546 The Final Blow

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The Harper Group, the island’s sole developer, was a name countless people would kill to connect with.

Riley nodded calmly. “So, does my status as an heiress make me good enough for my husband?”

That one question cut deeper than any insult.

Flora felt all strength drain from her body. Her legs nearly gave out. A chill like ice water spread through her veins, making her feel close to death.

What had she been mocking? She had stood on Harper territory, pointed at the Harper heiress, and called her a gold-digger.

The absurdity of it left Flora’s mind blank for a moment.

But terror soon gave way to frantic denial.

She lifted her head and stared at Riley’s flawless face, her voice sharp and bitter. “Stop lying! That’s impossible! Everyone knows the Harper heiress is named Elsie. I’ve seen her photos; you don’t look anything like her!”

Convinced she’d found a hole in Riley’s story, Flora pressed on, “So who are you really? Some poor relative of the Harpers saw this island and decided to impersonate the real heiress? Riley, you didn’t even rehearse your lies!”

Riley didn’t get angry. Instead, she smiled, “I don’t owe you any explanation,” she said, her tone calm but absolute. “I don’t like throwing my status around; it’s exhausting. Whether you believe me or not is your problem, not mine.”

Her gaze swept over Simon and the others.

“And regardless of who I am, it has nothing to do with you paying for those six-million-dollar wines. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Colin jumped in smoothly. “Right! Ms. Dixon, no amount of questioning Riley’s identity is going to make that wine bill disappear. Let’s stay on track. How do you plan to transfer the six million?”

His words dragged them back to cruel reality.

As shocking as Riley’s identity was, that solid six-million debt was the real guillotine hanging

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Chapter 546 The Final Blow

over their heads.

Nearly a million each.

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These people were used to flashing cash, but mostly on their parents’ credit cards. Buying a handbag or reserving a VIP booth was easy, but producing a million in cold cash would peel layers off any of them.

Under that pressure, their fragile friendship crumbled instantly.

“You’re the one who grabbed the wine!” one man shouted, the same person who’d been fawning over Simon the night before. “I remember now, I said it looked expensive, but you said it was nothing! I only had one glass! Why should I pay for your mistake?”

Once he spoke up, the others quickly followed.

“Exactly! You started this, Simon. You should cover it alone!”

“I barely touched the stuff. I’m not paying a cent. You made your bed, now lie in it!”

Simon trembled with rage at the betrayal. “You didn’t say that last night! You called me a real boss! You said you’d follow me…”

“Follow you? We were just in it for the wine!”

Through the chaos, Flora’s cold voice cut in. She looked at Simon with undisguised disgust.

“You already made it clear I mean nothing to you when you dragged my drunk words out in public. Don’t expect a penny from me. We’re done, Simon.”

Flora was thinking clearly. She needed to fade into the background and keep herself out of this financial sinkhole.

The argument grew louder and uglier.

Riley frowned at the selfish shrillness. She’d thought these people were just foolish, but now she saw how ugly they could become when money was on the line.

She pulled out her phone. “Jerold, bring a few men to the villa entrance. There are troublemakers here. Please remove them.”

Within minutes, Jerold arrived with a team of burly, stern-faced security guards.

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