Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

My Toyboy 18

Cynthia spotted Jonathan too. Honestly, in the three years they been together, she had hardly ever seen him dressed like this. So running into him at Susanna’s birthday party was nothing short of shocking.

What really caught her off guard wasn’t only his high status, but also how much he had changed. He had morphed from a carefree playboy into a refined gentleman, and frankly, she wasn’t used to it.

Tommy Sexton, standing next to Jonathan and wearing gold–rimmed glasses, added with a grin, “So, Roncrity really is a wonderland where polygamy is allowed. No wonder Jonathan couldn’t bring himself to leave for Betrico three years ago.”

Laughter erupted around them. “Tommy, are you really joking about Jonathan? Don’t forget, we came all the way from Betrico just to work for him.

“Still, the customs here are something else. I envy Mr. Yates. A stunning wife like that and a cute little gem on the side? That kind of life would make anyone else feel green with envy.”

Wallace glanced between the two silent women in front of him, feeling a headache coming on.

Lilian could feel the crowd’s stares on her yet she bit her lip in silence. She was about to become a high–profile host, and she couldn’t afford this kind of embarrassment.

She knew Cynthia well. Back in school, Cynthia never fought with her, always letting her win– whether it was over the prettiest clothes, the best bags, scholarships, or study abroad spots. She had taken so much from Cynthia, including Filip. They had been together for three years, and Cynthia hadn’t said a thing to change that. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Cynthia was not nearly as strong and dominant as she appeared. Her stunning looks gave off an air of superiority, but in reality, she was far from competitive. She simply didn’t care enough to put up a fight.

Lilian hoped Cynthia would just step back. But things were not going as she thought. With a smirk that was half a smile, Cynthia observed Lilian, remaining silent and refusing to back down. It seemed she was waiting for Lilian to make the first

move.

Just then, a guy next to Jonathan broke the awkward silence. “Didn’t Mr. Yates and Mrs. Yates attend Mrs. Susanna Bennett’s birthday party together? You should know who the real Mrs. Yates is, right, Jonathan?”

In an instant, all eyes shifted to Jonathan, including those of Cynthia and Lilian.

‘So, this is Jonathan? The man I’m supposed to interview?‘ Lilian’s heart skipped a beat. Anxiety fluttered in her stomach.

‘Filip did mention attending Susanna’s birthday party with Cynthia. But he also said there were a hundred tables at the event, with only two from Roncrity. Compared to the top politicians and elite families, they were just minor players. With so many people around, Jonathan probably wouldn’t remember who was who.

‘But Cynthia is stunning–the kind of beauty one doesn’t easily forget. Jonathan should definitely remember her, right? If my true identity came out in front of him, the exclusive interview will surely go to Cynthia, Lilian thought, feeling anxious,’ Lilian thought, nervous.

Cynthia also turned her gaze to Jonathan. Given that they had been sleeping together for three years, she assumed it wouldn’t be too much to ask for a little help, would it?

Wallace stepped up beside Jonathan, waiting for him to say something.

Jonathan glanced at Cynthia and then replied coolly, “I don’t know any Mr. or Mrs. Yates. If you guys want to find out who the real Mrs. Yates is, just give Mr. Yates a video call. I’m sure he wouldn’t forget his own wife.”

“That’s right. How silly of me! Good thing we have Mr. Bennett’s wisdom. I’ll call Mr. Yates right away,” Wallace replied and immediately made the call.

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15:05 Wed,

Cynthia’s heart sank. She noticed Jonathan’s brow furrowing slightly and knew this was intentional– he was setting her up.

Before long, the video call was connected. “Wallace, what’s going on?” Filip’s voice crackled through the phone.

Wallace responded warmly, “Sorry to bother you, Mr. Yates. You mentioned that Mrs. Yates would be here today, but now we have two Mrs. Yates. Can you help us figure out who your real wife is?” As he spoke, the camera panned between Cynthia and Lilian.

Filip frowned. He hadn’t expected Cynthia to show up today. ‘She must have heard that Lilian was coming and decided to come too. It looks like she just cannot stop competing with Lilian

Without missing a beat, Filip said, “The one in the white dress is my wife.

Today, Lilian was in her elegant white dress, while Cynthia was dressed casually in a cute pink tracksuit.

“Got it. I won’t keep you any longer, Mr. Yates. I’ll take care of the situation–Mrs. Yates will be treated like royalty.” Wallace replied with a grin before hanging up.

The crowd buzzed with whispers, especially the high–society women watching the drama unfold..

“Why even bother showing up if she can’t meet the standards? Getting caught pretending to be someone’s wife in public? So embarrassing!”

“Maybe she’s just here to snag a wealthy husband. She’s definitely giving off a vixen vibe.”

“She could be Mr. Yates’s side piece, showing up to provoke the real deal. Why else would she come on the same day as Mrs. Yates?”

Three years ago, Cynthia and Filip had a small wedding ceremony with just a few close friends and family. While the folks in Roncrity knew Filip was married, they had no idea who his wife really was.

Caught in the gossip, Cynthia seemed completely unfazed.

Wallace approached her, dropping any friendly pretense. “Miss, you’re not a member here. Please leave right now.”

With a casual motion, Cynthia pulled a card from her bag. “How about I sign up for a membership right now? That should let me in, right?”

The room fell silent. Wallace looked taken aback. “Well, yes… but our membership fee is-”

Cynthia interrupted, “600 thousand dollars, right? Just swipe my card.”

Everyone watching was stunned. The woman who had mocked Cynthia now looked shocked. Most of them had entered using their husbands‘ or fathers‘ memberships, not their own.

Wallace’s expression shifted dramatically, and he smiled wider than ever. He even forgot about Lilian and asked the receptionist to escort Cynthia inside. Meanwhile, he guided Cynthia to the VIP room to handle her membership card.

The guys hanging around Jonathan perked up, their interest visibly heightened.

“That card looks like a Cheetah Black Gold Card. There are only 500 in the world, accepted by all major banks. It gives the owner’s access to VIP services at seven–star hotels around the globe–a real status symbol.”

“Jonathan has one too. I’ve heard fewer than twenty people in Clusia have this card, and none of them are average folks.”

“Who exactly is Ms. Jones? What’s her story?”

Those who had just derided Cynthia widened their eyes in disbelief. 600 thousand dollars might not be a big deal for some, but that card was rare. Not just anyone could get one. Even royal families usually had fewer than three people who held such

wed,

a card. The fact that Cynthia had one left them all wondering about her true identity.

Cynthia had no clue about all of this. The card was actually a salary card from her senior, Simon Adams. QUEEN had been depositing her dividends into that account, which held a whopping three hundred million dollars. So, for her, six hundred thousand was truly nothing.