The day I went to prison, my life was branded with the label “fraudster.”
My mother died of grief, and my family was destroyed. The man who ruined me, meanwhile, remained immaculate and perched high above the world.
During my three years in prison, I studied under the most renowned financial criminal and learned to fight from the toughest boxer. I honed my bone-deep hatred into an invisible blade.
After my release, I changed my name and identity, becoming the most capable assistant in his company.
He admired my abilities, never knowing that the net I'd woven was tightening around his throat, inch by inch.
Then my childhood friend, now a criminal police captain, cornered me against a wall, his eyes red. “Lin Wan, stop... Don't make me arrest you with my own hands.”
I smiled and pushed him away, just as I had pushed away the girl I was thirteen years ago, who could do nothing but cry.
This time, whether from the judge's bench or the defendant's seat, I'll make him learn what it means to be on the side of despair.
