The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 4

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n the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge. Red

ist. Her heart rate spiked. Julian's fligh

her wallet, threw them onto the passenger sea

the narrow space between the stopped cars, her Louboutin heels clicking frantically against the asphalt. She pushed her way off the bridge and onto the first exit r

out of the subway station and on

wn as she dug through her Birkin bag, frantically searching for the VIP pickup pass. She had grab

black vehicle parked illega

briefcase slipped, spilling design portfolios all over the concrete. The large iced coffee

ling back. She lo

ack Rolls-R

car, the heavy, oppressive aura it gave off-it triggered

his brow furrowed in anger. He looked at the b

snapped, reaching for

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ece in his right ear, his eyes locked on a tablet. He w

the window. His blue eyes landed on the

eme irritation

working. All the air

anished in a microsecond. She was back in the freezing rain, bleeding on the

ard she tasted copper. She forced her shakin

a well-dressed, clumsy designer. H

at C.J. "Leave it. We are already late for the Wall

rd from his inner pocket and shoved it toward Alycia. "Ca

and took the card. Her fingers brushed the thick car

on his armrest. The window rolled up, sealing him inside hi

heavy tires hit a puddle near the curb, s

, the dirty water missing he

looked down at the card in her han

denly boiled over into pure, white-h

the thick cardstock with both hands and ripped it straight down

ces into the 'Non

mind. She locked it. She smoothed down her skirt, adjusted her posture, and walked through th

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The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Jun Wen Billionaires

“Six years ago, my father tore up my mother's trust fund and threw me out into a freezing New York storm. Crawling in the mud with a high fever, I was nearly run over by a massive Rolls-Royce. The man in the backseat, ruthless billionaire Hiram Houston, looked at my bleeding face with absolute disgust. "Throw her in the trunk." He coldly ordered his driver to lock me in suffocating darkness and dump me behind a sketchy private clinic in Queens like garbage. I survived that night, completely abandoned by my family. But the ultimate cruel joke came when I realized the anonymous sperm donor I later used from that exact same clinic gave my son a pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes. For six years, I clawed my way up to become an untouchable lawyer and designer. I raised my son Julian alone, publicly humiliated my abusive father, and thought I had buried the monster of my past forever. But today, during a tense corporate negotiation, my uncle accidentally showed Hiram a picture of my little boy. The ruthless corporate butcher stared at a child who looked exactly like a mirror reflection of his own youth. "Boss... he looks exactly like you." I locked my apartment door, my body shaking with silent sobs as I slid down to the floor. He ordered a full background check on me, and now he knows the truth. The man who once left me for dead is coming for my son.”