

Self-made tycoon Tyler Lind, worth millions, is stunned when his daughter Nia Lind sneaks into a bidding banquet. Guests mock him for bringing her, but she boldly declares the bidding can't start without her,leaving them shocked. Unbeknownst to all, her grandfather orchestrated the event to reveal family secrets. Nia charms the crowd,and with her help, Tyler seizes victory.
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Six years ago, Vivian Yeo basked in the lap of luxury as the pampered heiress of a wealthy family, while Tristan Starling grappled with the challenges of an impoverished life.Little do they expect their fates to take a surprising twist six years later. Vivian, once surrounded by opulence, now stands as a single mother confronting life's hurdles. Meanwhile, Tristan has risen to prominence on the global billionaire list.

Six years ago, Vivian Yeo basked in the lap of luxury as the pampered heiress of a wealthy family, while Tristan Starling grappled with the challenges of an impoverished life.Little do they expect their fates to take a surprising twist six years later. Vivian, once surrounded by opulence, now stands as a single mother confronting life's hurdles. Meanwhile, Tristan has risen to prominence on the global billionaire list.

An orphan boy turned billionaire CEO, Noah Morgan has spent years searching for the girl who once saved his life, never realizing that she’s been right by his side all along - as his overlooked contract wife and secretary, Mara.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.