I Died in the Storm, Now I Rule the Underworld

Carl: "Sophia, actually I'm very rich. I've been pretending to be poor all this time to test you. Unfortunately, you didn't pass. I'm very disappointed in you. Let's break up." I smiled indifferently and turned to leave without a trace of reluctance. What a coincidence – I'm the daughter of the richest man, and I've been pretending to be poor too. Four years later, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. By then, Carl had just squeezed into the top fifty of the wealth list, walking in with his arm around the campus beauty, Mia. He saw me in plain clothes that didn't show any brand, and although I was holding a Porsche key fob, I was also cradling a child and soothing him. Carl: "Sophia, you've really gone to great lengths just to see me, even chasing me all the way here. I suggest you face reality – I'm on the wealth list, and you're working as a nanny. We're worlds apart. Stop deluding yourself!" I ignored him and muttered under my breath, annoyed that my billionaire father had insisted I come. I'd finally set aside a whole day to spend with my son, and now it was going to be wasted here. Henrik，my father said to me: "My dear daughter, you've worked hard." Carl shocked: "The famous Henrik Grovner is your father?!"