I Never Told My Son I Make $30,000 a Month — I Still Drive an Old Car and Live Like an Ordinary Person. When He Invited Me to Dinner at His Wife’s Place, I Decided to Pretend I Was Poor. The Moment I Sat Down, His Wife Smirked and Handed Me a Plastic Plate and a Cleaning Rag.
The Hidden Fortune For the last decade, I have built a digital marketing empire from the spare bedroom of my…