Eight months pregnant, Lin Wan was joined by her beloved husband and best friend for a plot.
A fake paternity test made her clean up and leave the house; in the pouring rain, her best friend whispered to her ear and cruelly boasted: "Your father went bankrupt and jumped off the building, but it was actually us who made false accounts."
When he was about to die, a hundred black Rolls-Royces crashed open the iron door. The old housekeeper, the richest man in Beijing, knelt in a pool of blood: "Miss, I'm late!"
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Five years later, her ex-husband's company was on the verge of bankruptcy, and he begged "Ares", the most mysterious investment queen on Wall Street, for help.
The door to the conference room opened, and the glamorous female CEO, who was surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards and took the throne, was the yellow-faced woman who was kicked out by him back then.
Lin Wan condescendingly slapped the gambling agreement in his face: "You want this billion in life-saving money? You and Xiaosan's life will pay for it."
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I thought this was just a one-sided massacre of capital, until the frightening prince in Beijing, who controlled the lifeblood of the global economy, pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window of a skyscraper, and said in a low and seductive voice: "Miss Qin, it's pointless to kill your enemies. Why don't you marry me and I'll buy the entire Wall Street as a betrothal gift for you?"
