After a Poor Student Stole My Hundred-Billion-Dollar Contract, I Went on a Rampage

After the struggling student my mother sponsored joined my company, he started dreaming of taking my place.

In my previous life, at the company’s annual banquet, he secretly changed the name on a billion-yuan contract I had signed to his own.

Everyone thought the deal was his achievement, and I became the laughingstock of the company.

Meanwhile, he stood onstage in a custom-tailored suit, speaking confidently and basking in everyone’s admiration.

People mocked me, saying that after more than a decade of learning business from my mother, I was still no match for a student who had been here for just a year.

Unable to bear it, I confronted him and demanded to know why he had altered my contract.

But he proudly puffed out his chest and tore up the contract in his hands, saying he wouldn’t let me take credit for what he had won.

My wife stepped forward to accuse me of abusing my power and say I had no morals.

That was when I realized they had been in cahoots all along.

Even my mother took his side, repeatedly smearing me.

I lost control and ran out of the banquet, only to be struck and killed by an oncoming car.

Thankfully, fate gave me another chance, sending me back to the day the struggling student stole my billion-yuan contract.