In my previous life, I was an intern at Chongyang. Framed for leaking secrets, I died miserably in prison.
Reborn on my first day at the company, I held the matte-black card my parents had left behind before their “deaths” eighteen years earlier. The moment I activated it, the first encrypted clue appeared: **Their deaths were staged.**
I resigned of my own accord and went to Mingcheng to investigate the legacy left by Elder Ji. Lu Shiyan, heir to Songhe Capital, dropped a custom-made fountain pen at a reception. When I picked it up, I discovered that it and the black card were matching tokens. He also had **precognitive dreams**, allowing him to see every capital raid coming in advance.
He Zheng, a rising young member of the Blackwater faction, came to me with old files from eighteen years ago in exchange for access to the black card. Chongyang executive Ji Shizhong had looked out for me all along, but was bound up in secret deals between his family and Blackwater. Bian Yue, heiress to the Bian family, kept close on my heels, and the old grudge between the Bian family and Blackwater became my most unexpected bargaining chip.
Wu Baiqing launched a coup, poisoned the chairman, and the whole organization issued an order to hunt me down. During our escape, Lu Shiyan was badly injured in a car crash while protecting me. In an abandoned warehouse, I told him the secret of my **rebirth**.
“This time, I’ll bring the game to a close.”
The black card unlocked trust funds, the capital markets launched an all-out short-selling campaign, and economic-crime investigators closed in at the same time. The Wu father and son were arrested, and Madam Xiao was intercepted while trying to flee. At last, my parents, gone for eighteen years, emerged from the shadows.
Lu Shiyan pushed the fountain pen back toward me. “Unlocking assets worth hundreds of billions requires both tokens. Starting a new fund requires two partners.”
**In this life, I won’t be a chess piece. I’ll be the one moving the pieces.**
