Chapter 1

After my billionaire parents brought me and my twin brother Mueller back home, my brother, who had always matched my grades, threw away his books and started living a life of extravagance.

Seeing that I still studied diligently, he mocked me with disdain:

"I've got it all planned out. Once the SATs are over, I'm going to study abroad in Europe. Our parents are billionaires—what's the point of being a bookworm? You need to learn how to network with high society."

He constantly bragged to me about which heiress he'd met today, which heir he'd made plans to hit the bar with.

Seeing me clutching my books, Mueller laughed contemptuously:

"Can't help it—after all, I'm the boy. I'll be the heir in the future. You're a girl, so all you can do is study hard to please our parents."

How laughable. What era does he think this is, that he can still claim an advantage based on gender?

Doesn't he realize that both Mom and Dad graduated from top global universities?

The Franklin family's first rule is clear: only those who get into Harvard are qualified to be the heir.