Luckily, I didn't expose my identity, or my sister would be furious. I couldn't waste all my efforts after such a long time.
The fact that my distant relative was the richest man in New York quickly spread in school, and my fame in school increased greatly.
Two weeks later on Friday, there was a cultural festival at school, and our class was responsible for organizing the equipment.
We were late for lunch, and when we went to the cafeteria to eat, there were only a few leftovers.
Harry suggested, "I'll treat you all to dinner at the revolving restaurant."
I was about to say that I wouldn't go and would rather take a nap during lunch break.
But my deskmate just pulled me out directly, "Great, great, I'm starving to death. Thanks, Harry."
Others also quickly thanked Harry. Harry looked like the head of the family and invited everyone to set off together.
I couldn't resist everyone's enthusiasm, so I didn't refuse.
The revolving restaurant was a famous restaurant in New York, a ten-minute walk from the school.
Just as we walked to the entrance of the revolving restaurant, Harry suddenly turned back to look at me.
"Jeremy should not have been here, right? After all, it's very expensive here."
I had no choice but to show a faint smile when I was inexplicably cued.
I really hadn't been here before.
My family had so many properties. When I just returned, my sister often took me to eat, drink and have fun all over the country.
Later, when I had to go to school and didn't have time to play, she invited the chef directly to the house to cook for us.
Although I hadn't eaten at this restaurant, it was owned by my family, and the chef came directly to our house for service. There was no need to come here.
Harry, however, took my reaction of smiling without saying anything as a sign of my embarrassment, and he continued to brag to me.
"I often come to this restaurant. I am a VIP here. I can introduce it to you when we go in."
A classmate interrupted, "It seems that many people are queuing. Will we have to wait for a long time?"
Harry proudly shook his head, "VIPs don't need to queue."
Suddenly, a classmate shouted, "Hey, isn't that the school belle Yara Lewis?"
I turned around and saw a beautiful girl walking towards us.
When Yara appeared, Harry became a bit nervous.
After all, everyone in the school knew that he liked Yara.
He hurriedly greeted, "Yara, are you coming to eat too?"