He Called Me Broke. I Call Him Irrelevant.

As I saw Luke's expression, some memories came flooding back.

It was a rainy night five years ago.

Luke had just taken over the company, and the board questioned him about his competence.

He was sitting alone in his office, looking utterly exhausted.

When I found him, he was staring blankly at a small diamond ring in his hand. It was the first gift I had given him, bought with money I had carefully saved.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly.

Luke looked at me, and his gaze was gentle yet bitter.

"I was wondering if I deserve such an expensive gift from you. Elisa, maybe I'm not cut out to run this company."

I stood behind him and gently massaged his shoulders.

I said, "Success doesn't happen overnight. You're already working very hard."

"Elisa." He turned to me, and there was a vulnerability in his eyes.

Luke said, "If I become more successful one day, I might face even greater challenges. When that day comes, will you still stand by me?"

"I will," I replied without hesitation. "No matter where you go, I'll be right there with you."

Back then, he had held my hand so tightly, as if I were the most precious thing in the world to him.

But now, faced with a blue diamond worth countless times more, he called it a "cheap gift".

"Elisa?" Cindy snapped, annoyed by my abstraction. "What are you thinking about? Hand over that blue diamond, now!"

I snapped back to reality and saw that everyone was staring at the jewel in my hand.

"Hand it over? Why?" I asked.

Clarence stepped forward. His tone was sharp. "Blue diamonds are worth a fortune. It might mean little to these rich people, but someone like you could never afford it. Where did you steal it from?"

"I didn't steal it," I said with a frown. "It was my son's first birthday gift."

"A gift?" Cindy scoffed. "Elisa, if you're going to lie, at least make it believable. Someone like you could only marry another poor loser and raise more penniless nobodies.

"Who would give your son a blue diamond of such rare quality as a gift?"

Bruce immediately agreed, "Yes, she must have stolen it. How could someone as poor as you possibly have a blue diamond?"

Clarence's face grew stern. "Stealing valuables is a serious crime. Under the law, you could face severe punishment."

"I told you. I didn't steal it!" My patience was running out.

"Then, prove it," Luke finally said. "Otherwise, as the vice chairman of this summit, I have the right to hand you over to the police."

At that tense moment, the elevator suddenly dinged, and the doors opened.

A small figure ran out, crying. "Mommy. Mommy! Where's my diamond? Daddy said you'd find it for me!"

It was my three-year-old son, Anderson.

I felt a rush of warmth in my chest the moment I saw him.

"Andy!" I knelt and opened my arms. "I found it! It's right here."

The lobby fell into a dead silence.

Anderson was only three years old, yet he was wearing a custom-made suit by the renowned designer, Summer, who was well-known in high society.

Earlier this year, a mysterious billionaire bought this suit at an auction for tens of millions. Everyone present recognized it instantly.

"This… This child…" Clarence stammered.

Cindy suddenly rushed forward and snatched Anderson from my arms.

"He's clearly the heir of some elite family. How could he be Elisa's son?" she yelled.

Anderson struggled and screamed in her arms, "Mommy! I want my mommy!"

"This boy must have been kidnapped!" Cindy declared loudly. "Elisa isn't just a thief. She's also a human trafficker who targets the children of the rich!"

The lobby erupted in chaos.

"She kidnapped someone's heir?"

"Oh my god, people from the slums really can't change who they are. She actually thinks she can climb the social ladder by kidnapping a child from a wealthy family!"

"No wonder she has a blue diamond. She must have stolen it along with the kid!"

Clarence immediately barked orders to his men. "Restrain her. This is a serious criminal offense!"

Several security guards rushed over and pulled my arms behind my back. I tried to fight back, but there were too many of them, and they were too strong.

"Let go of me!" I roared angrily. "Anderson is my son!"

"Your son?" Cindy sneered while holding the crying Anderson. "Which rich family wouldn't find your poor bloodline disgusting? Who would let you give birth to their child? Elisa, your lies are getting ridiculous."

Anderson sobbed in her arms. "Mommy! I want my mommy! You're a bad, evil woman!"

Seeing my son in such pain tore at my heart. I struggled with all my strength, but the security guards only held me tighter.

"Elisa," Luke said as he walked over. He looked down at me with great disappointment. "I knew you were greedy, but I never thought you'd stoop this low.

"Stealing, kidnapping, and lying? Is there anything you wouldn't do?

"I was right not to choose you back then. You don't deserve to be my wife."

Then, he turned to Clarence and said, "Turn her over to the police. As for the boy, start contacting the summit's guests and see which family lost their child."

"No!" I shook my head wildly as I screamed. "Anderson is my son. You can't take him!"

Right then, the doors to the elevator opened, and a man with a crushing presence stepped out.

He was six-foot-two, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, and he carried himself like royalty.

Every CEO present, including Luke, instinctively nodded their heads in respect.

The earlier commotions turned into quiet whispers, and I heard someone murmur, "Mr. York is here, so behave. We still need his investment."

Gideon's dark eyes swept across the room and finally landed on me.

The moment our eyes met, tears welled up in mine.