The Real Heiress Says Yes, but the Fake Heiress Gets Nowhere

I have a bad habit. I always say I’ll do something, but whether I actually follow through is another story.

When I was eight, my adoptive father stole an e-bike and told me to keep watch.

I patted my chest confidently. “Don’t worry. If anyone comes, I’ll tell you!”

Then I squatted by the curb and got distracted watching a trail of ants.

Twenty minutes later, my adoptive father was hauled away in a police car, along with the stolen battery.

Later, I was kidnapped.

The trafficker told me to sit still and keep quiet.

I nodded eagerly. “Okay, sir!”