All Chapters of His Fake Poverty Tests, My Real Heiress Life: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Nicholas Hunt strode into the waiting lounge with confidence, Yvonne Myers on his arm. As he passed the side hall, his eyes immediately landed on me in the corner, holding my son, Eli Smith. Today was supposed to be one of those rare days I'd cleared from my busy schedule to spend with Eli. However, my father had asked me to accompany him to the Fortune List Summit instead.I had no choice but to bring Eli along. My plan was simple—wait in the side hall, show my face once the meeting started, and then leave.Because I was carrying Eli, I wasn't wearing any jewelry. To Nicholas, I looked plain and bare-faced—like someone's nanny. He marched over, his expression full of disdain. "If it isn't Elizabeth Storm. Is this how far you've fallen? Working as a nanny? Clearly, you're nothing without me. It's a shame you didn't pass my test back then. Otherwise, you'd be the woman standing beside me now."He tightened his grip on Yvonne's hand and continued, "But thanks to you, I was able to

The moment Dixon's name was mentioned, everyone froze.Everyone there knew exactly who he was. Dixon was the world's leading investor; any industry he touched was guaranteed to turn a profit. His assets spanned the globe, and even the wealthiest man in the country couldn't hold a candle to him. In fact, the only reason so many people had scrambled to attend the summit was the rumor that Dixon would be making an appearance. Eli wrapped his arms tightly around my neck and spoke up for me in a small voice. "She's my mommy. My mommy. You're the bad person."Yvonne didn't believe a word he said. She stepped forward, trying to pry him from my arms. She clearly thought that if she could "rescue" Dixon's son, the rewards would be unimaginable. The prospect of such an opportunity made her lose all sense of reason. Her expression twisted. "Elizabeth, hand over the boy! Not only will you not get a single cent for kidnapping him, but you'll also end up in prison!"Suddenly, people around

Seeing my bruised, swollen face and Eli bawling in fright, my father exploded with rage. He raised his walking stick and swung it straight at the people who had attacked me.Everyone present recognized my father; he was a staple on financial news programs. Not a single person dared to fight back. They could only howl in pain as my father rained blows on them. But Yvonne still didn't understand. "Mr. Storm, did you hit the wrong people? This woman was pretending to be your daughter! The audacity! We couldn't stand the disrespect and decided to teach her a lesson for you. The one you should be hitting is her."My father helped me up from the ground, his voice a roar of fury. "Elizabeth Storm is my daughter! And you dared to treat her like this? I'll make sure you pay for it!"Dixon handed Eli to his assistant, then hurried over and cautiously took me from my father's arms. His voice was cold as ice as he looked at Yvonne. "You're telling me my wife kidnapped my son?"Yvonne's eyes

The only one left behind was Nicholas. He hadn't directly touched me earlier, but now he just stood there staring, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. I ignored him. Dixon carried me to the car and took me straight to the hospital to have my injuries examined. By the time we returned home, a crowd had already gathered outside our gate. They were the heads of the families whose relatives had attacked me, all arriving in person to apologize. Before my father had even left the venue, he had publicly declared that those responsible would pay the price. He immediately severed all business ties with them. Several companies lost their suppliers and their funding overnight; within two days, they would collapse.Seeing that my father meant every word, the other families panicked and rushed over to apologize. At this point, they still didn't realize that the people who had caused the trouble were already sitting in a police station. When they saw Dixon and me pul