I was sixteen when I first met Jiang Han. He was my sister's perfect fiancé, and he gently offered me a piece of candy.
Ten years of ups and downs in business later, I became his toughest rival, and he hated me to the bone.
Then the hidden room in his study was accidentally exposed: every wall was covered with carefully preserved photos of me, dated through tomorrow. “Elimination Day.”
His calm command came through the listening device: “Su Wan must disappear.”
I smiled and tapped my phone. “Brother-in-law, can you guess what was really in that piece of candy you ate six years ago?”
