He threw the contract to me: "You are just a tool." I bet back 5% of his group's shares: "The price of breach of contract, will Mr. Lu dare to sign it?"
He didn't know that this "down-and-out daughter" was a top spy codenamed Nightingale, who came here to pay for the blood debt three years ago.
I destroyed his business empire step by step until he blocked the bullet for me and wiped away my tears with his bloody hands: "The hatred is theirs, but you are mine."
When the mastermind behind the scenes turns out to be his close relative, this revenge gamble has long been staked on each other's sincerity.
