A fake poverty that my parent build for me novel

17 Josephs face turned dark with anger as he pointed at Sebastian .

Mr.

Ross , this is a family matter .

Do you really need to meddle in this ? I stared at Sebastian in confusion .

Mr.

Ross ? With a cold expression , Sebastian responded , When you see injustice , you act .

Besides , havent you already severed ties with her ? Joseph scowled .

So , are you declaring yourself an enemy of the Sanders family ? Sebastian chuckled mockingly .

The Ross family doesnt fear the Sanders family .

Besides , the commotion youve caused is bound to draw the polices attention .

I suggest you leave before they arrive .

In the distance , the sound of sirens echoed .

Joseph glared daggers at me before retreating with his entourage .

Once they left , I helped Aunt Zamara to her feet , and together we thanked our old neighbors and friends , who had come to our aid despite their own risk .

After everyone had gone , I turned to Sebastian , my mind spinning with questions .

Arent you a rideshare driver? Are you … wealthy ? A flicker of unease passed through his eyes .

Yanna , dont misunderstand .

Im not like the Sanders family .

I didnt mean to deceive you .

Then , with a slightly aggrieved expression , he added , Youve never asked what I do .

From the start , you just assumed I was a rideshare driver .

I froze , suddenly realizing that he was right .

After persistent questioning , I finally learned the truth .

Sebastian was the heir to the Ross Corporation a corporate empire rivaling the Sanders family .

From that point on , Sebastian stayed in the small town , seemingly content to live a simpler life .

Every day , he appeared relaxed , as if he were on vacation .

But I knew things werent as easy as they seemed .

One night , I woke up to use the restroom .

As I passed by Sebastians room , I overheard him on the phone .

It turned out the Sanders family was launching relentless attacks on Ross Corporations businesses .

Even though he was here with us , he was managing a counteroffensive remotely , giving orders to his team over the phone.

A Fake Poverty that My Parent Build for Me Suddenly , I smelled smoke .

Jumping out of bed , I flung open my door to see flames spreading rapidly .

Fire ! Fire ! I screamed , trying to alert everyone .

Sebastian burst out of his room , grabbed my arm , and immediately kicked open Aunt Zamaras door .

He hoisted her onto his back without hesitation .

Holding tightly to my wrist , he led me out through the suffocating smoke , his grip firm and protective , as if he feared losing me .

My eyes stung , and I struggled to breathe as he guided us down from the sixth floor to safety .

The fire was extinguished , but everything Aunt Zamara had worked for her entire life had been reduced to ashes .

She sat on the curb , silently weeping .

Sebastian clenched his jaw , his voice filled with rage .

Someone set the fire on purpose .

They wanted to kill us .

He pulled out his phone and showed us the surveillance footage .

Unbeknownst to us , he had secretly installed cameras around the house to ensure our safety .

The footage revealed two men setting the fire under the cover of darkness .

One of the cameras had captured their faces clearly they were Sanders family bodyguards .

Sebastian looked at me and Aunt Zamara .

Come back to San Francisco with me .

Be witnesses and help me take down the Sanders family legally .

We both nodded firmly .

The next day , we returned to San Francisco .

Sebastian wasted no time .

He organized a press conference , inviting all the most influential figures in the citys business world .