The Legend of Disguised Bigshot

In Boston, at the gate of College of Commerce and Trade, Mattew, in a grey cloth, leaned against the wall and stared lazily at the gate, with an evil and attractive smile on his face!

Just then, a girl in a beige dress came out. With his eyes lit up, Mattew grabbed the flowers he picked up and strode forward.

"Happy birthday, Chiara..." Mattew strode to the girl and handed her the flowers.

The girl's name was Chiara Collins. She was stunned when she saw Mattew. She didn't expect him to be here.

When she saw the flowers in his hand, a flash of contempt flashed through her eyes.

"Why are you here?" Chiara didn't take the flowers from Mattew, but complained.

"Today is your nineteenth birthday. I want to..."

"All right, Mattew. You'd better leave now. It's not good if my boyfriend comes and sees us later!" Chiara said impatiently before Mattew could finish his explanation.

"Your boyfriend?" Mattew was stunned. Chiara had been in the College of Commerce and Trade for only two months. How could she have a boyfriend?

Didn't she say she liked him before?

"Chiara..." At this moment, a white BMW stopped at the roadside. A man of 30 years old or so walked out of the car with an LV handbag and handed it to Chiara.

"Happy birthday..."

"Thank you, honey. I'm costing your money again!"

"Silly girl, it's not a big deal for you..." The man smiled proudly. It seemed that such a bag worth tens of thousands of dollars was nothing to him.

"Chiara, is he your boyfriend?" Mattew glanced at the man and asked in disbelief.

"Yes..."

"But he is already married..." Mattew pointed at the wedding ring on the man's hand, with his face full of disbelief. He had never thought that a pure girl who admired him a few months ago would find a man who was ten years older than her and obviously married to be her boyfriend.

"I know he is married..." Chiara said calmly.

"Since you know, why..."

"It's none of your business, Mattew." Chiara interrupted him before he could finish his words.

"How come it doesn't matter? You said you like me before!" Mattew was very sad and indignant.

"Like you? Don't be so naive, Mattew. Do you think I will like a poor guy like you who can't even afford a birthday gift?"

"It's not that I can't afford it. I just think these flowers are very beautiful. I picked them from the mountain myself. You will like them more..."

"You can afford it? Ha ha, I know your situation very well. How can you pay for that since you buy me an ice bar on credit?"

"I..."

"Well, stop pretending. Don't say that you picked it yourself so it will be more thoughtful. It's just because you are poor. If you don't have money, you are just a poor man. You can't give me what I want at all..." Chiara became more and more excited, giving Mattew no chance to explain.

"What do you want?" Mattew glanced at the girl who had accompanied him for three years. He didn't understand why she seemed to have changed into another person in just a few months?

"What do I want? This kind of handbag costs tens of thousands of dollars. Can you afford it? This BMW car of Winald is not too expensive, only thirty or forty thousand dollars. Can you afford it? Not to mention the apartment, you are just a poor man with no diploma, nor ability, you can't buy a suite in the city..." Chiara roared at Mattew like a dissatisfied housewife.

Mattew stared at the girl in front of him blankly. He really couldn't understand what had happened in the past few months to make that innocent girl become such a snobbish woman.

"Well, Chiara, there's nothing to talk about with such a poor man. Let's go..." At this time, the man who had been watching the scene sneered, then he put his arm around her thin waist with one hand, and walked towards the BMW.

Chiara didn't struggle. She just let the man hold her and passed by Mattew.

"Dude, you have to remember one thing. If you want to chase after girls, you can't do it without money..." The man sneered as he passed by Mattew.

Mattew raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, but suddenly there was a cry of surprise around him.

Then he saw a luxurious motorcade coming from the left side of the school gate. It was a motorcade made up of three Mercedes cars and a lengthened Rolls-Royce.

Boston was just a small city. It was rare to see a Mercedes Benz S600 worth millions of dollars, let alone the extended Rolls-Royce worth millions in the middle of the motorcade.

For a moment, many girls screamed. Even Chiara and the man called Winald stopped and looked at the coming motorcade with admiration.

Soon, the motorcade stopped at the school gate, just next to the BMW. The BMW worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was nothing compared to these cars.

The complacent look on Winald's face had disappeared. Especially when he saw the license plate of the first Mercedes, he loosened his grip on Chiara like a puppy and ran towards the Mercedes.

Just then, a middle-aged man in his forties got out of the car.

"Mr. Walker..." Winald greeted the man with a flattering smile.

Seeing the flattering expression of Winald and the rich appearance of the middle-aged man, Chiara's eyelids twitched. Was this the boss of Winald's company, Chann Walker, the richest man in Boston?

"Winald? Why are you here?" The middle-aged man was obviously stunned. He didn't expect to meet his subordinate here.

"I..."

"You go away first. Mr. Blake and I are here to pick up a big shot..." Before Winald finished his words, Chann had already pushed him away and strode towards the Rolls-Royce behind him.

He looked as cautious and respectful as Winald just now.

Winald was dumbfounded. With Mr. Walker's status in Boston, even the mayor didn't worth such respect, did he?

Who the hell is this Mr. Blake? Besides, Mr. Walker said that he was here to pick up a big shot with Mr. Blake. Is there anyone with higher status than Mr. Blake here?

Just in a moment, the doors of other Mercedes Benz cars had been opened one after another. Several bodyguards in black suit and sunglasses jumped out and looked around vigilantly.

Winald, Chiara and the others were shocked by this scene. They all wondered what kind of noble man would deserve such an occasion?

Chann, Winald's boss as well as the richest man in Boston, had rushed to the door of the Rolls-Royce. As the richest man, he opened the door for the big shot in person like an ordinary doorman.

To everyone's surprise, a man in his fifties walked down.

The man was dressed in a decent tuxedo, and his slightly white hair was meticulously combed. He looked dignified. Compared with him, Chann, the richest man in Boston, was simply as a beggar and a noble.

Everyone held their breath and fixed their eyes on the man who asked Chann, the richest man in Boston, to treat him with respect.

They saw that the man pushed Chann away and strode towards the gate of the College of Commerce and Trade.

Finally, he came to the young man in grey cloth.

"Mr. Crawely, I'm here to pick you up..." The man bowed to the young man deeply in front of everyone...