When the Billionaire’s Son Was Accused

I'm a graduate student at a top university, and my advisor, Professor Christie, recently took on a new student named Chloe. He asked me to help her get familiar with the lab project.

When I tried to add her on Instagram and get her email to send her project materials, she rejected both requests:

I just want to focus on my studies. I'm not interested in dating, so stop harassing me.

I was about to clear up the misunderstanding when my classmate Marcus sent me a link to the campus forum.

It was a post from her:

[On my first day, a male student sexually harassed me. I came here to study, not to be hit on.]

Attached was a screenshot of my friend request and her rejection.

In the comments, she was crying about it:

"This guy only met me once and now he won't leave me alone!"

When I saw the post, I was stunned.

I'm the only son of Dallas's wealthiest family, with countless heiresses competing to marry me.

Why would I need to chase after her?

"This is so unfair. She's the advisor's new student. I just wanted to send her materials, and she flat-out rejected me."

I showed Marcus my chat history with the advisor, feeling helpless.

"I even noted in my friend request that I was sending her materials, but she still insists I'm trying to date her."

When Marcus learned the truth, his face darkened. "What narcissism! Who does she think she is, some kind of celebrity?"

As soon as he finished speaking, we saw the girl walking straight toward us.

She looked extremely ordinary.

"Are you done yet? I already told you I don't want to date you. You actually followed me here. Can't you just leave me alone?"

Both Marcus and I were stunned when she opened her mouth. Looking around, we realized everyone was staring at me.

I asked in disbelief, "Are you talking to me?"

"Stop pretending. I have the records. It was you who added me. I checked."

"What? You do it but won't admit it? I know I'm beautiful, but that's no reason for you to harass me."

She looked completely confident and even ran her fingers through her dry, split-ended hair.

Marcus leaned close to my ear and whispered, "That's Chloe? I can't believe she looks like that. How does she have the nerve? You're..."

I knew what Marcus wanted to say. After all, I'm the only son of Dallas's richest man, with beautiful women lining up to marry me. I certainly didn't need this woman I could lose in a crowd.

Chloe looked me up and down. "Why aren't you saying anything? Feeling guilty? Just because you're slightly good-looking doesn't mean I have to be with you. My family told me to focus on my studies. I'm not here to date."

I was exasperated.

"Chloe, I think there's something wrong with your brain. I was just following the advisor's instructions to send you materials. I didn't expect you to read so much into it."

"Someone like you? I'm really not interested."

I showed her my chat history with the advisor.

She hesitated for a moment, then put on a disdainful expression.

"To get me to date you, you'd even fake chat records with the advisor? With that kind of persistence, you could succeed at anything."

I immediately shot back:

"At least take a look at yourself. If I look at you for even one second, I'd need to rinse my mouth with lemon water."

Chloe trembled with rage.

"How can you slander a girl like this? Are you even a man?"

"What about you? You're spreading rumors that I like you. When I ignore you, you call me a pretty boy who's being kept by someone. So you can say whatever you want, but I can't talk back? Aren't you a bit too sensitive?"

Chloe was so angry she kept stomping her feet, gritting her teeth as if she wanted to swallow me whole.

Being kept? Only an idiot like her would say something like that.

My family has billions in assets. What would she use to keep me?

Ignorant, arrogant, and ordinarymy advisor really needs glasses this time. How did he accept someone like this?

"Sorry, Chloe, I'm really not interested in you. If it weren't for the advisor's assignment, I wouldn't even bother with you."

I packed up my food and prepared to leave.

I had only taken two steps when I heard an unpleasant voice behind me.

"Playing hard to get? I'm telling you, no matter what you do, I'll never accept you!"

Just as I got back to my dorm, a fat man blocked my way.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and was looking at me sideways.

"So you're the one chasing the girl I've got my eye on? I'm telling you, she's mine. A punk like you? I could take down ten of you with one punch."

"I'd advise you to wise up and stop harassing the person I like, or don't blame me for not being polite."

I looked at him in shock. "Are you talking about Chloe?"

He responded disdainfully, "Who else? Your harassment of her has caused a stir across the whole campus!"

I actually laughed.

"You two really are a perfect match. If you like her so much, keep an eye on her and stop letting her throw herself at random guys."

I shook my head and was about to leave when he grabbed me.

"Oh, so now that you can't get her, you're trying to smear her? I've seen plenty of men like you. Do you know who I am? I'm interning at the Alexis Group, and my uncle is a supervisor there."

His fierce look didn't intimidate me at all.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Brown."

Brown was extremely arrogant. I made a mental note.

Back in my dorm bed, I found that Chloe had posted more rumors about me online.

[The harassment maniac actually verbally abused someone who tried to help me just to get me. I'm so scared. With someone like this at school, what should I do? I just want to study quietly.]

The comments below were all from people who didn't know the truth and had been misled.

"How did our school end up with such a scumbag? Does he even know school is a sacred place?"

"This guy only thinks about sex all day. Can't he live without women? If he loves women so much, why even come to school?"

I've never been the magnanimous type. Since you can't understand words, I'll teach you a lesson.

I contacted my family's butler and had him investigate Brown. Sure enough, the Alexis Group was just one of my family's mid-sized businesses. Since he was so arrogant, he could forget about his internship.

As for his uncle, they could both get out together.

Just then, my advisor suddenly messaged me.

"Did you contact Chloe?"

I helplessly told my advisor about the situation. This task was quite difficult to complete.

My advisor sent a question mark emoji.

"That can't be right. I heard she was very quiet and had a good temper. Let me check the school website right now."

At this moment, I vaguely felt something was off. Soon, the advisor finished verifying.

The advisor replied, "I just rechecked. The school mixed up the students. My student isn't Chloe. I'll send you the correct student information later."

I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I knew it. How could my advisor have such poor judgment?

But I still felt something was wrong. I heard that Chloe's and the other girl's scores differed by a hundred points. How could they mix that up?

Just then, I saw that Chloe had actually applied to add me as a friend, with a message:

"I'll give you one chance. You better really be sending materials, or you'll regret it."

This time, I directly rejected the request.

I thought it was over, but she kept pestering me.

There was a facial recognition scanner at the lab entrance. Only people with proper authorization could enter, and the specific application process was all in the materials the advisor asked me to forward.

Chloe never got those materials, so there was no way she could get in.

When she kept trying and failing to enter, she was almost in tears.

And my appearance gave her a target for her frustration.

"Are you done yet? I made it here and you're still following me. Did you tamper with the system so I can't get in? Using this method to get a girl's attentionwho do you think you are?"

"I'm telling you, this is not how you chase a girl. The more you do this, the less I'll like you, and I'll never accept you."

"Can you stop messing with me?"

She shouted at me, her eyes red.

To onlookers, I really did look like I was bullying her.

My gaze was cold, without a trace of warmth.

"If you have mental problems, go to a hospital, instead of slandering me over and over here. If you can't get in, it means you're not the advisor's student. Also, I suggest you look in a mirror. With your appearance, I really wouldn't like you."

Chloe's face twisted with anger:

"Even if I can't get in, there's no way you can either. I've seen your little tricks plenty of times!"

The next moment, in front of everyone, I successfully passed the facial recognition, while Chloe standing to the side turned even redder with rage.

"You've gone too far! Just to get me, you actually tampered with the facial recognition system so I can't get in. There's no way you could get in either. A creep like you couldn't possibly get in!"

"Everyone look! This creep is chasing me, and when I wouldn't give in, he used this method to try to force me to submit. I'll never give in. If you dare, let's make this big and have the advisor give me justice!"

After all, there are many people at school, and not everyone knows my situation.

Some people started whispering, though not quietlyI could hear them clearly.

"This guy is too much. To make things so hard for a girl. Although she's not particularly pretty, if she's Professor Christie's student, she must have something special. Maybe he's trying to curry favor with Professor Christie through her."

"Right, right. This has happened before. Professor Christie isn't someone just anyone can suck up to. I heard people who did this kind of thing before got expelled directly."

"Why can't he just work hard instead of doing this kind of thing? Does he have to be the kind of man who advances by using women?"

These peopledo they have no brains? They believe whatever comes out of Chloe's mouth. Don't they have any judgment of their own?

I didn't bother with them and turned to go in to work on my project.

Before long, there was a commotion outside. Experiments require absolute quiet, and I couldn't make any progress like this.

Annoyed by the noise, I walked out frowning and saw Brown kicking the metal trash can at the entrance.

When he saw me, he raised his eyebrows with a sarcastic tone.

"You're finally willing to come out. I was wondering how long you could hide. Turns out you can't take much."

"I warned you last time. I told you so many times not to bully the person I like. Don't you understand human language?"

I saw Chloe pitifully hiding behind Brown, quietly sobbing.

"I'm so glad you're here. When my advisor comes, I'll definitely put in a good word for you. Without you, I'd definitely be bullied to death by this creep."

When Brown heard the words "good word," I saw his eyes light up.

Too bad he was backing the wrong person.

I quietly watched the two of them perform in front of me. When they had said enough, I slowly spoke.

"Are you pig-brained? Are you sure she's your advisor's student? Have you verified it? What if she's not?"

Brown was shaken by my words.

Seeing this, Chloe quickly interrupted me, afraid Brown wouldn't help her anymore.

"Brown, if I weren't Professor Christie's student, how would I dare to be so confident? I've already sent someone to get the advisor. He'll come soon to back me up."

Just then, someone said my advisor had arrived.

The crowd packed in tight made way.

When Chloe saw my advisor, her eyes lit up. She quickly ran over and began crying about her ordeal.

"Professor Christie, I'm your new graduate student. This guy sexually harassed me and won't let me in!"

"It wasn't easy for me as a girl to get into such a prestigious university!"

She got more and more worked up as she spoke, standing up very straight.

The advisor couldn't help pushing up his reading glasses and asking in confusion:

"Are you sure? You say he harassed you. Do you know who he is?"

Chloe insisted I was just a lowly creep.

The advisor sighed.

"Forget that you're not my studenteven if you were, James wouldn't be interested in you. He's the only son of Dallas's richest family. What are you?"