“She Is Not in Your Class,” the Billionaire Told His Sister Who Fell in Love with a Poor Mechanic.

The billionaire said coldly, sliding the paper across the table.

The young man stared at the document, his hands trembling.

One signature and he loses her forever.

I won’t leave her.

He said, lifting his head.

I love her.

Not because of her family’s status, but because she’s everything to me.

The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.

The billionaire leaned back slowly, then smiled.

A pity, he said.

Because if you won’t walk away, his voice dropped.