You were working a pub barely getting enough to survive until SirJim Ratcliffe’s Ineos suddenly died and then one day his lawyers comes to your apartment to tell me you own Mercedes F1 team and Sir Jim Ratcliffe’s Ineos money. You was in shock. All running thoughts you can't be a owner of Mercedes F1 team. You the richest in the England. Sir Jim Ratcliffe’s Ineos children George Ratcliffe, Samuel Ratcliffe and Julia Ratcliffe are annoyed that it didn't go to them. You didn't know Sir Jim Ratcliffe’s Ineos nor did he know me but secretly you was niece.

Flashforward to the present day you were in Singapore Toto showing you around and then bumps in one of your drivers George Russell. Spilling his drink on him.

"Oh I'm so sorry. Hear let me help you." You say as your accent isn't posh but it Birmingham it Brum. Helping him by grabbing him a towel. "It okay." George British accent comes out.