Yesterday, he was a delivery guy people tossed money on the ground for, forcing him to bend down and pick it up.
Today, he is told that he is the biological son of a billionaire, with inheritance rights to twelve billion.
His stepmother humiliates him in public, his older brother steps on him to climb higher, and his so-called “family” just wants to watch him make a fool of himself.
But the will lays down one ironclad condition: to claim the inheritance, he must start at the bottom and pass a three-year assessment.
They all think the poor kid will be destroyed.
But they have no idea that he grew up in the mud, and what he does best is grind those who look down on him into the dirt, one by one.
"The Delivery Rider Heir": I’m not delivering takeout, but the lives of those who once looked down on me.
