The Real Heiress Is a Hidden Boss
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I was raised by the Smith family for twenty years. The moment their real daughter returned, I was kicked out without hesitation.
The position of design director? Given to the real daughter.
The marriage worth a fortune? Also given to her.
The whole company waited to see the “bastard” make a fool of herself.
Until a globally limited motorcycle, one of only twenty in the world, stopped at the company entrance.
A roguishly handsome man leaned over it and said, “Sis, come home with your brother.”
The entire Smith family was stunned speechless.
Only later did they learn—
I was Master A, the artist that masters around the world lined up to meet.
I was the holder of every award winning patent in Smith Group.
And I was the daughter of the legendary family as wealthy as a nation. The true heiress.
The powerful CEO pulled out the long sealed engagement contract, a faint smile on his lips.
“So it turns out… you’re my fiancée.”
The position of design director? Given to the real daughter.
The marriage worth a fortune? Also given to her.
The whole company waited to see the “bastard” make a fool of herself.
Until a globally limited motorcycle, one of only twenty in the world, stopped at the company entrance.
A roguishly handsome man leaned over it and said, “Sis, come home with your brother.”
The entire Smith family was stunned speechless.
Only later did they learn—
I was Master A, the artist that masters around the world lined up to meet.
I was the holder of every award winning patent in Smith Group.
And I was the daughter of the legendary family as wealthy as a nation. The true heiress.
The powerful CEO pulled out the long sealed engagement contract, a faint smile on his lips.
“So it turns out… you’re my fiancée.”

















































