Billionaire CEO’s Parents PRETEND To Be Poor Villagers To Find A Wife For Their Son

It’s just how life is.

The old woman didn’t argue too much.

Instead, she did something that shocked Daisy even more.

She brought out her phone.

Let’s exchange contact, she said simply.

Daisy hesitated for only a second, then she obeyed because refusing would be rude.

They exchanged numbers.

The old woman squeezed Daisy’s hand softly.

“From today,” she said.

“No matter what, I will only buy from you.

” Daisy’s throat tightened slightly.

“Thank you, Ma.

” The old man stood up and adjusted his worn shirt.

He looked at Daisy with quiet respect.

Daisy walked them toward the entrance, holding the bags carefully like she was escorting important guests.

Anita watched from behind with eyes that could cut.

At the door, Daisy opened it for them.

“Please come again,” Daisy said.

The old woman nodded.

“We will.

” And as the couple stepped out into the morning light, Daisy stood there for a moment, watching them go, still unaware of what she had just done.

She had not just made a sale.

She had passed a test without knowing she was being tested.

The scene shifted, not to noise, not to gossip, to silence.

A different kind of silence, one that lived in expensive air and important decisions.

Inside a wide, tastefully furnished executive office, Ethan Adami sat behind a large desk.

Ethan was in his late 30s, tall, calm, and deliberately controlled.

He had the kind of handsome face people talked about in low voices, clean jaw, steady eyes, and a look that made it hard to tell what he was thinking.

His suit was dark and perfectly fitted, not because he wanted to impress anyone, but because he was used to being taken seriously.

He was the CEO of Apex Lux Group, the biggest luxury brand group in the country, the kind of company that could make or break businesses with one decision.

And in town, people loved to say one thing about him.

He was the most eligible bachelor, not because he was just rich, but because he was disciplined, private, and almost impossible to access.

Women wanted him.

Men respected him.

People feared disappointing him.

In front of his desk stood the same poor old couple from the boutique.

Only now they were not pretending.

The old woman’s shoulders were straight, her face was firm, her eyes carried authority.

This was Mr.s.

Claraara Adami and the old man beside her was Mr. Gabriel Adday, Ethan’s father.

They had not gone to the boutique because they wanted to shop like beggars.

They had gone because they were tired.

Tired of seeing people pretend, tired of women chasing their son because of money, tired of hearing fake laughter and fake humility.

They wanted to see something real with their own eyes.

So they had dressed down, worn torn old clothes, and walked into one of their own branches like strangers, just to see who would treat them like human beings.

Mr.s.

Clara sat down across from Ethan, her face calm but satisfied.

“She was kind,” Mr.s.

Clara said.

“Not the kind that is acting, the kind that is natural.

” Mr. Gabriel nodded slowly.

She spoke to us with respect, even when others were insulting us.

Ethan listened without interrupting.

His face didn’t change much, but his eyes stayed attentive.

She didn’t rush us, Mr.s.

Clara continued.

She let me try things without pressure.

She even told us not to buy if we didn’t want to.

Ethan leaned back slightly, thoughtful.

Before he could speak, the office door opened.

His assistant, Felix, stepped in.

Felix was a neat, sharplooking man who always spoke like someone who had been trained to avoid mistakes.

Sir, Felix said respectfully, holding a file.

I have the report you asked for.

Ethan’s eyes flicked to the file.

Go on, Felix opened it.

That sales girl, Daisy Okafor, Felix began carefully.

Some staff say she’s a gold digger.

They claim she’s snobbish, flatters rich men, and sleeps around to sell items.

The room went still.

Mr.s.

Clara’s face changed instantly.

“No,” she said sharply.

Mr. Gabriel’s voice followed, calm but firm.

That is not the girl we met.

Mr.s.

Clara leaned forward, her eyes fixed on Ethan.

People can lie for many reasons, she said.

Jealousy is one of the easiest.

Ethan didn’t speak immediately, but something shifted in his expression, small, almost invisible.

He looked down at the report again.

Then he looked up, and in that quiet moment, a decision began to form in his mind.

If Daisy Oafur was truly as kind as his parents claimed, then he needed to know.

Not through gossip, not through staff rumors, but with his own eyes.

And that was how the real test was about to begin.

Ethan stayed in his office long after his parents left.

The report Felix had dropped on the table was still open, but Ethan wasn’t reading it anymore.

He was staring through it like his mind had moved somewhere else.

His parents’ words kept replaying.

She was kind, not fake.

Natural.

Ethan wanted to believe them.

He truly did.

But life had taught him that the people who smiled the sweetest could hide the sharpest knives.

He had learned it the hard way more than once.

Women who looked innocent until money entered the conversation.

Women who acted gentle until commitment appeared.

women who knew exactly what to say to make a man feel chosen, only to later make him feel used.

And there was something else, too.

Something his parents didn’t know.

Ethan had noticed Daisy before, not the way people noticed a sales girl in a boutique.

He had noticed her the way a man notices the one person in a noisy room who isn’t trying to be seen.

A calm face, a steady voice, a kind strength that didn’t beg for attention.

And that day, hearing his parents describe her with such certainty, his chest tightened in a way he didn’t like.

Because if Daisy was truly that rare, then he was already late.

And if she wasn’t, then he would rather find out now than make another mistake with his life.

He closed the report slowly.

“Felix,” he said.

“Yes, sir.

” Ethan’s eyes lifted.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to that branch myself.

” Felix hesitated, surprised.

Sir, you mean physically? Ethan gave a small nod.

I want to see her with my own eyes.

The next morning, the boutique was alive with the usual routine.

But the moment a black luxury car slowed near the entrance and a tall man stepped out in a dark suit, everything changed.

It was like the air froze.

The security man at the door straightened so fast it looked painful.

Inside, one staff member gasped.

Another one’s hand slipped on the glass shelf she was wiping.

Is that No way.

That’s him.

He’s even more handsome in a real life.

Why is he here? People began to move like ants whose nest had been disturbed.

The manager, Mr. Benson, nearly ran out of his office.

Anita and Annie quickly adjusted their hair, their collars, their smiles, everything.

Someone whispered, “This is his first time coming here in the person.

” another whispered.

Apex Lux CEO Ethan Adami.

Daisy was at the far end of the boutique arranging a display with steady hands.

She heard the sudden panic, the sudden excitement, but she didn’t rush forward like the others.

Not because she was proud, because she was tired.