The moment I was killed by my fiancé and my best friend, I realized that the three years I had devoted my heart and soul to were nothing but a well-planned scam.
My design draft became his famous work; my personal network became his ladder to climb up; in the end, I was labeled as a plagiarist, reviled by the entire Internet, and died on a cold rainy night.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the time when I was 24, three days before I had just won the National Design Gold Award and was about to hand over the core plan of a landmark project to a scumbag.
This time, I put away all my thoughts about love, and just want to take back everything that belongs to me, and let those who betrayed me pay with their blood.
Oh, by the way, I also found a new ally—lawyer Lu Zeyan, a top figure in the domestic intellectual property field.
He said that he would protect my copyright.
As for my life, I have always had the final say.
