The moment my fiancé and best friend conspired to kill me, I finally realized that the three years I'd devoted myself to them had been nothing but an elaborate scam.
My designs became his claim to fame. My connections and resources became the ladder he climbed to success. In the end, I was branded a plagiarist, vilified across the internet, and left to die on a cold, rainy night.
When I opened my eyes again, I was 24, fresh off winning the national gold medal in design and just three days away from handing the core proposal for a landmark project to that scumbag.
This time, I put away my lovestruck foolishness. All I wanted was to reclaim what was mine and make those who betrayed me pay in blood.
Oh, and I found myself a new ally: Lu Zeyan, the top lawyer in China's intellectual property field.
He said, “I'll protect your copyright.”
My life has always been mine to decide.
