In my previous life, I was the adopted daughter of a wealthy family. As I was pushed into the pond, I foolishly asked, “Mom, why are you pushing me?”
Reborn at the very moment I began to drown, I bit down hard on my lip and didn’t scream.
This time, I became the most obedient “tool,” secretly laying the foundations of a business empire in front of my computer late at night.
My adoptive parents thought I was still a stepping-stone for them to walk on, never realizing that the stone had become a blade.
Until the man who controlled the lifeblood of finance took my hand and asked, “Is there room for an ally in your game?”
Later, when my adoptive mother came at me with a vase, I smiled and walked toward her.
“Guess who’s going to prison this time?”
