Billionaire Substitute

arefully observing the reports which detailed the man's life. Journalists speculated on the causes of his death, on the colossal inheritance he left behind him, on his daughter

of a puzzle that Adrien tried to piece to

where Vincent was accustomed. He felt both anxious and excited, as if he were entering a world that did not belong to him, but that he would strive to conqu

nothing about this world. His hands were rough, scarred from work, while the people here seemed to have never known the difficulty of earning a living. Yet he

," he murmured, avoid

x," the latter replied helpfu

held him back. The waiter hadn't even checked, he had just assumed. His resemblance to Vincent was therefore enough to create this illusion

and no one came to ask him any questions. No one doubted his identity. He blended into the background. The conversations ar

oached him. "Mr Delacroix, what a pleasure to

calm smile onto his lips. "The business

ities. "I don't doubt it. Besides, I wanted to talk to you about a project that might interest you.

cent, he didn't know anything about cases of this caliber, but for now it seemed enough. The man to

that

of having pretended to be someone else, even if only for a moment. . He had felt, if only for a few minutes, what it was like

ent's place. Not yet. But for the first time in his life, he had glimpsed the possibility of a diffe

to know every detail of Vincent's life, understand his past, his relati

croix, a life that, although so distant, seemed within reach. He had left his job at the factory without a word, justifying a temporary absence due to

revealed a complex man. Vincent's public facade was that of a visionary businessman, a real estate genius, loving philanthropic causes, and a devoted father to his daughter, Camille. But the more Adr

ions to groups whose interests went far beyond business. Adrien frowned. Was this an allusion t

lized that he was not only inheriting a fortune and an empire. He was entering a complex web of dangerous relat

as he going to manage to cheat on her? The idea paralyzed him. He knew this was the trickiest part of his pl

e could obtain. His appearance had become a weapon, and he intended to use it as best he could. He knew that Camille, Vincent's daughter, lived in o

ared, gracefully exiting the house in an elegant dress, Adrien felt his breath catch. She was beautiful, with fine features, brown hair falling in soft waves over her sho

e Delacroix, the one he should convince the most. A simple mistake, and she would see

. As he observed the comings and goings around the Delacroix property, a middle-aged man

et. But the man seemed convinced of his false identity. "Um, yes? » h

He held out his hand, and Adrien shook it firmly, trying to hide the nervousness that thr

o play the role to perfection. "Yes, it's... it's difficul

an, but he also had his demons. » He leaned slightly towards Adrien, as if to share a secret. "He wa