[Northern Myanmar + Urban + Big Sister-in-Law + First Person]
My brother disappeared in Northern Myanmar a month ago. I was called in at the last minute to go undercover there.
When I arrived with a truckload of human trafficking victims, my sister-in-law, still as stunning as ever, came to meet me with her people. There was none of the kidnapping, imprisonment, or abuse rumored online. All I found was tens of billions in mining assets my brother had left me.
I thought I’d suddenly become the company’s young master, but without my brother, the company had lost its backbone and was on the verge of collapse. My sister-in-law was the only one holding it together.
Ever since I was little, I’d worn my brother’s hand-me-down clothes and shoes, used his old phone, and so on. This time would be no different:
I was meant to inherit everything he left behind, including the people he left behind…
