The Real Heiress Came Home to Scavenge for Scrap

I was the long-lost biological daughter of the CEO of a publicly listed company.

When I was fifteen, my CEO father showed up with my brother, a future tycoon. I was following Grandma around, picking up scrap.

The handsome, middle-aged man had tears in his eyes. "My poor girl! Dad came too late. I'm sorry!"

The cold, six-foot-tall young man looked at me disdainfully from the corner of his eye. "What an act. Did you already know Dad was coming today?"

After I asked around, I found out he was only eighteen too.

Damn, rich people eat so well they grow up fast. Those wicked capitalists.

I touched my own five-foot-three, fifteen-year-old beanpole frame...