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On the third day after my wealthy parents found me, I rented out the biggest amusement park downtown using the bank card they gave me. I threw a huge party. The butler invited all the rich young locals and plenty of my parents' old friends to celebrate. Just as I was being nudged onto the stage to speak, one of the fake heiress's friends pointed at me and covered her mouth. "You look familiar," she gasped. "Aren't you that scam artist who faked accidents at the train station to shake down luxury car drivers? You tried to hustle Jeffrey Bartlett when he drove his Ferrari last time, didn't you?" Her tone dripped with contempt. Anyone with money knew she was calling me a lowlife. I didn't want to sour the mood, so I kept my expression serious and said, "You've got the wrong person." "No way," the girl cut in. "My friend at Traffic Division sent me the body cam footage. You were rolling around, pretending to be hurt to scam him. Not just Jeffrey. Quin Woodruff was there too." A murmur rippled through the crowd. I stayed calm, picked up the mic, and slowly turned my gaze toward her. I cleared my throat and said, "You look a little familiar too. I saw you in a news report two weeks ago about illegal plastic surgery. "In that clip, you were being led out of a black-market clinic, pus oozing from a botched nose job, surrounded by unlicensed 'doctors.' If anyone doubts it, they can watch the video. I have it on my phone right now."