Reborn to Expose the Billionaire's Fake Heiress

I was born with a natural colostrum scent. Any baby brought near me stops crying.

The owner of a postpartum care center was so amazed she offered me fifty thousand a month on the spot.

I refused and crossed the ocean to study the hardest discipline there is—finance.

Because in my last life, I'd entered the richest family in Grandborough as their top-rated maternity nanny, hired to care for the tycoon's only daughter and her newborn.

At the baby's one-month celebration, a piece of women's underwear reeking of scent suddenly fell from the tycoon's live-in son-in-law's arms.