Introduction:
Isabella loved testing me. Right after graduation, she made me take on her $5 million mortgage.
I refused. So she turned around and bought the campus heartthrob an $8 million mansion—in cash.
She smugly tossed the deed in front of me.
Isabella: “Derek, I was never poor. I was testing you the whole time.”
Isabella: “You failed my test. What a disappointment. We’re over.”
I just smiled and walked away.
She had no idea who she was testing. I’m a billionaire’s son.
Four years later, we met again at the National Wealth Summit.
Isabella had just made the Top 50. She arrived with Carl, arm in arm.
And I dressed simply. No designer labels. Just a Cayenne key and a child in my arms.
One glance, and Isabella decided I was just a driver.
Isabella: “Derek, you came all the way here just to see me? How desperate.”
Isabella: “I’m on the rich list now, and you’re just a driver. Stop dreaming.””
I blamed my billionaire dad for making me come.
I finally had a day to spend with my son. Now I'd have to waste it here.
I looked at Isabella impatiently.
Derek: “A driver? Are you sure… you know who I am?”
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