The Discarded Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 5

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oat. His messy black hair framed a face that looked like it was sculpted from marble, but

the cart and sprinted across the

d her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of baby shampoo and airpl

und her neck and patted her back.

orehead, stood up, and grabbed his small hand. "Let's go

rs and onto the wide curbside walkway outside the terminal

epped out. His merger meeting had been pushed back by forty minutes, and his driver had cir

ping a rapid email, his long legs ea

ller near the crosswalk. He yanked his hand out of Alycia's g

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ell hard onto the concrete pavement. He let

took a step back and instinctively brushed his h

e lunged forward, grabbed Julian by the waist, and

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gaze drift

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in her brain. Cold sweat instantl

cal shield, completely blocking Hiram's line of sight to Julian. She pressed h

nce. He straightened his posture, his face r

said. His voice was flat, a

e stared at his chest, refusing to look into his eye

playing the fake, polite game of N

his bodyguard, and they walked bri

ared through the glass doors. When he was gone, she

e looked up at her, his head tilted. "Mom

bright, fake smile onto her face. "It's just genetic

, completely abandoning the luggage cart. She practically ran toward t

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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.”