Chapter 7
“First, the Nick family’s company will have to change its name to the Jim family after three generations. We’re respectable people, so I’m telling you upfront.
If you want to blame someone, blame your parents for not having a son. After all, only a son can inherit the company.”
“Second, you’ll need to have at least three children. If there are two sons, one can take your surname, but if there’s only one son, he must take the Jim surname.
Daughters can take your surname, but don’t blame me for that–it’s your fault you can’t have a son.”
“Third, I really like this estate, so you’ll have to transfer it to me before the wedding. And don’t forget the dowry–at least a few hundred million.”
By this point, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and neither could the guests in the reception room. Laughter exploded from every corner.
Nelson Jim and Evelyn Wat froze, nearly falling over in shock. I chuckled. “Don’t be so nervous. It’s just our classmates and friends. And a few of your former colleagues too.”
As the words left my mouth, the door to the reception room opened, and a crowd of people poured out, all wearing amused expressions and chatting excitedly.
“You’re from the wrong era. If this were a few thousand years ago, your mother would’ve had a chastity archway, and her face could’ve been used to build a Great Wall to keep out invaders!”
“Weren’t you the one bragging about turning down the daughter of a billionaire? Went overseas for a ‘healing‘ break, huh? So this is the truth?”
“Who wouldn’t need healing after dealing with someone like that?”
“This is fate. You had the chance to marry the only daughter of a rich family, and you screwed itup
yourself!”
“It’s only natural. A blessed woman doesn’t enter an unworthy door.”
*Nelson Jim was a man who cared deeply about his image, and right now, he looked like he wanted
to crawl into a hole and disappear.
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After what seemed like an eternity, he finally managed to speak. “How how could they be here?”
Ismiled, “While I was abroad, some people kept telling me you were using the Nick family’s name to scam people. Naturally. I had to call everyone together to set the record straight.”
“Do you think I’d invite you here just to see you? Why would I want to meet disgusting people like
you?”
Nelson Jim and Evelyn Wat both looked completely incredulous, shaking their heads in disbelief, unable to say a word.
I laughed even harder. “Don’t be so surprised. We rich people do this kind of thing all the time. We have gatherings for no reason, and don’t think you’re that special”
By now, both Nelson Jim and Evelyn Wat were utterly crushed. They didn’t dare say anything further and ran out of the estate, clutching their faces in embarrassment.
After this, I never saw Nelson Jim and Evelyn Wat again. It wasn’t that they left so decisively-
it’s just that wherever I went, there were always dozens of bodyguards following me. Even if someone wanted to get close, the security would stop them.
Though we lived under the same sun, we would never meet or cross paths again.
But while they couldn’t see me, I couldn’t say I hadn’t seen them.
They went viral online, and everywhere I went, I’d hear discussions about them, and I saw plenty of their ridiculous videos. I even watched some myself.
But let me be clear–I didn’t make those videos.
It was actually one of Nelson Jim’s college roommates who was now a popular internet influencer.
He turned the whole incident into a story and, unsurprisingly, it blew up online because it was so
bizarre.
People couldn’t believe anyone could be so shameless, and they started calling it fake.
The influencer, seeing the trend going against him, rushed to release his secretly recorded footage, proving his version of events. And that’s how Nelson Jim and Evelyn Wat became infamous.
They were like rats running through the streets–everywhere they went, people mocked them.
They couldn’t find work, and all their savings were given to me. With no other option, they went
Back to their hometown, living a miserable life.
heard that after returning home, Evelyn Wat began trying to find a girlfriend for Nelson Jim, still boasting that he had once turned down the daughter of a billionaire.
But people aren’t stupid. Everyone has a phone, and when they heard the story, they all said, “People with good taste know what’s valuable.
If the daughter of a billionaire thought he was trash, he really must be garbage. We don’t want him.”
And just like that, Evelyn Wat’s precious son couldn’t find anyone willing to marry him. Everywhere he went, he was the joke.
Meanwhile, I settled into managing the company alongside my parents, gradually stepping into the public eye, no longer the mysterious “only daughter of a billionaire.”
Riding the wave of ridicule at Nelson Jim and Evelyn Wat’s expense, I also established a new media division to promote the company and its products,
breathing new life into several of the group’s struggling sub–industries.
The company veterans praised me, urging my parents to retire and enjoy their old age, saying the company needed fresh blood like me to lead it.
I’m confident that in the near future, I won’t just be the only daughter of a billionaire–I’ll be the rightful owner of the fortune.
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