Posing as the Billionaire's Grandson

CHAPTER 13

I looked in my mirror while straightening the silk tie of my new outfit. After days of debate, I had finally accepted my position as Paul Auclair, the grandson of a millionaire hospitality company.

My luxurious suite's walk-in closet held shelves of tailored clothing that cost more than my complete wardrobe at home. To round out a wealthy look, I chose an Italian leather shoe and a brand watch.

In the glare of the bathroom's LED lights, I meticulously arranged my hair to mimic Paul's casual tousled look, replacing my glasses with contact lenses. Examining myself critically, I saw there was a definite resemblance.

The arrogant, ice-blue gaze in the mirror sent an involuntary shudder down my spine. But I pushed those unsettling thoughts aside. Surviving means fully embodying this identity. Squaring my shoulders, I entered the elegant dining room. Agatha sat with her fruit dish and lattes, examining the finance pages. Without saying anything, I took my seat at the chosen spot.

"Good morn