His Fake Poverty Tests, My Real Heiress Life

Nicholas Hunt loves testing me a lot. When I just graduated from university, he tried to make me take on a five-million-dollar house mortgage.

After I turned him down, Nicholas was quick to buy Yvonne Myers, the campus belle, a villa that was worth eight million dollars. It was even paid in full.

As he held the property deed, he told me, "The truth is, I'm super rich. I've been pretending to be poor just so I can test your integrity.

"It's a shame that you never passed my test. I'm very disappointed in you, Elizabeth. Let's break up."

I just smiled at him casually. Then, I walked away without hesitation.

What a coincidence. I'm the daughter of the richest man in the country. I, too, had been pretending to be poor.

Four years later, we bump into each other at the Fortune List Summit.

At that time, Nicholas has just squeezed into the top 50 rank. He walks into the venue with Yvonne clinging to his arm.

It's then he notices me. I'm wearing plain-looking clothes without any jewelry adorning me, and I happen to be holding a child.

Thinking that I'm a nanny, Nicholas begins mocking me.

"Wow, you really went all out just to steal one more glance at me, huh? I can't believe you're able to follow me all the way here.

"You should learn to accept reality, though. I'm on the Fortune List, while you're working as someone else's nanny. The gap between us is far too wide, so you should stop dreaming already!"

I just ignore Nicholas in favor of resenting my dad for making me attend this stupid event. After all, I've just managed to block out one full day just to spend time with my son, and yet I have to waste my precious time on this dumb event.

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 find someone who truly loves me."

Yvonne smiled at him sweetly. "She must deeply