Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate Chapter 20: A Few Too Many Critical Hits

Even though a suspicion had taken root in his heart, Not a Rich Heir seed unwilling to admit it.

Clinging to a sliver of hope, he said, "Doctor Wen, this..."

Perhaps he couldn’t even bring himself to finish the sentence.

"My dear rich-heir patient, would you mind if your Miss Tao Tao was from the Neon Country?"

This sentence was another critical blow to Not a Rich Heir!

Everyone knew what kind of profession a woman from the Neon Country who looked like that and did these sorts of things was likely in.

"No way... She told she was in Asia City, here in the country. She said if I wanted, she could fly over to be with anyti."

[The Neon Country? Is this what I think it is? Have cross-border operations gotten this sophisticated?]

[If they didn’t spend a few months investigating Brother Heir before targeting him, I wouldn’t believe it!]

"Miss Tao Tao is indeed not from the Neon Country, but her face *is*. Simply put, this is a ticulously designed scam. It doesn’t just target you; you just happen to be the biggest fish and the easiest one to hook."

Not a Rich Heir’s face twisted as if he’d swallowed sothing disgusting.

If he still couldn’t understand what was going on by now, he’d have to be an idiot!

"The website you’re on is like a dark web for scamrs that operates in Asia. The people carrying out the work are completely different from the IDs listed on the site; they have a cooperative arrangent for mutual profit. The woman you video-chatted with is nad Yurino Yukina. She is fluent in our language. The person who was actually chatting with you, however, was Miss Tao Tao. Do you understand?"

"Doctor Wen, I want to see what Taotao looks like." Not a Rich Heir nodded. Having reached this point, he had surprisingly cald down a bit.

’So Taotao just borrowed soone else’s face and body to video chat with and send all those suggestive photos.’

"Keep clicking on your na. You’ll get your answer."

Hearing this, Not a Rich Heir noticed a red arrow next to his na and clicked it.

A picture of an extrely plain, round face appeared. The profile picture was a cropped bust shot.

But below the profile picture was a description.

[Partner: ng Tao]

[Height: 155cm]

[Weight: 70kg]

[Education: Elentary School]

[Cut: 50%]

[Earnings to Date: 43,851]

[Traits: Obsessed with money; will break any rule to reach her goal.]

[Rating: High-Quality Partner]

When Not a Rich Heir saw that greasy, pie-like face, his stomach churned. He started to dry-heave, his face a terrifying shade of white.

Perhaps everyone could understand, but in the end, no one could truly empathize with what the person involved was feeling.

[My god, no one would argue if you called her a hag, right? 155cm and 70kg? Did she spend all the scam money on food?]

[I feel so bad for Brother Heir! How big of a psychological scar is this gonna leave?]

[Does Brother Heir have a scamr-magnet constitution or sothing? Both won he’s liked are connected to fraud rings...]

You had to hand it to them, the netizens’ imaginations were running wild.

After retching for a few minutes, Not a Rich Heir stared miserably at the live stream.

And just at that mont, Not a Rich Heir’s phone chid again.

His hand trembled, and he almost dropped the phone.

With a complicated expression, he opened WeChat. He had added both of them on it.

The ssage was from Taotao. "Big Bro, soone’s been following Taotao lately, and Taotao is scared. But Taotao doesn’t have the money to move sowhere safer. What should I do? I’m so worried... (cutesy_pout.jpg)"

Before, whenever Not a Rich Heir received this kind of ssage, he would have imdiately transferred the money. A high-end apartnt complex? He’d pay the rent!

But now, as he looked at this ssage, his mind was filled with the image of that greasy, fat, enormous head.

"Taotao, my dad’s company went bankrupt yesterday. I can only send you five hundred for now. You have to wait for my family to make a coback. When that happens, Big Bro will get you a big house!"