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The Billionaire's Daughter: From Gutting Fish to Gutting the Fake Heiress's Plot Chapter 1

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The day my billionaire parents finally found me, I was busy gutting fish at the local farmer's market.

After they brought me home, the fake heiress spent all day trying to gaslight and manipulate me with her two-faced "mean girl" act.

Unfortunately for her, I had barely spent a day in school, so I didn't understand a single word of her passive-aggressive nonsense.

My biological brother couldn't stand watching it anymore, so he gifted me a Mean Girl Survival Guide.

I ended up being a natural. I just smiled goofily at the fake heiress and said,

"Haha, if you're trying to provoke me, you're basically punching a marshmallow~"

I made her so mad she literally ended up in the hospital.

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When my biological parents found me, I was passionately gutting a fish.

It was the dead of summer. I was wearing a heavy, waterproof apron, and my meat cleaver was rattling aggressively against the chopping block.

I was completely covered in a foul mixture of fish scales and blood.

I stared blankly at the impeccably dressed couple standing in front of my stall. Their faces were completely unfamiliar to me.

I asked them absentmindedly, "Can I get you a fresh bass?"

The man ignored the stench and pulled me into a tight hug. "Mia, you're our daughter. Mommy and Daddy are taking you home now, okay?"

Seeing how sincere he looked, I nodded and agreed, but I made one strict demand: I had to bring my little stray dog with me.

I couldn't read the complicated emotions swirling in their eyes. My dad patted my head. "Mia, how about we go home and buy you a brand-new puppy? A Poodle, or a Maltese? Anything you want."

I shook my head stubbornly, scooped up my little mutt, and climbed into their luxury SUV.

My mom kept staring at me, repeatedly telling me not to get the car interior dirty.

I nodded and hugged my dog, Buddy, even tighter. "I'm a very good girl, Mom. And Buddy is too."

Only then did she turn her head away and stop looking at me.