My fiance decisively broke up with me, then turned around and went to propose to the real heiress. But what he didn't know was that I might have been a fake heiress, but I was also the biological daughter the richest man had lost years ago. Later, I returned to my parents' side, and my former fiance came crawling back, begging to get back together. I linked arms with the young master of the richest family and looked at him coldly. "Sorry, who are you?"
