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What is the innocent girl hiding? Not only is she the owner of Sisters she is also the only heir of the Lu Corporates. What happens after she finds out about her true identity? "What do you mean,I have to get married?" "There are certain things you have to do to get the Business after I die!"

Chapter 1How it Started

~Shanghai Hospital 2002~

"What do you mean you couldn't save her" the voice was ice cold. The doctor broke out in sweat, " I, i'm sorry Mr Lu, but ah we were able to save the child!?" "What child?" The voice belonged to Lu Feng, the owner of Lu Corporates. He was known to be untouchable and aloof yet unexpectedly he had grown a heart due to a women. This women was a common model who had just made it into the A-list. She had been refusing him for the past nine months after she had been drugged and offered as a gift. Now it seemed that she had become pregnant because of him. Lu Feng glared at the doctor, "Why are you still standing there!? Bring me my child!" The doctor bobbed his head and ran off to inform the nurse. After the nurse arrived carrying a bundle Lu Feng felt his heart break. The love of his life had died because of him unexpectedly carrying his child. As he held the baby, his newborn daughter, he came to a conclusion. "Kira, find foster parents for my daughter" Lu Feng informed his Assistent over the phone. Kira was dumbstruck, his boss had a child?

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