At a lavish yacht banquet, the dead woman he had always loved returns in all her finery.
In front of everyone, Lu Jinghuai rips the million-dollar diamond necklace from my neck, scraping a three-inch gash into my skin, then puts it on the woman he loves with his own hands.
He sneers, “The real deal is back. It’s not too much to take a little of your blood to pay her back, is it? Go change in the dressing room. Don’t let the stench of your fake self offend her.”
The whole room jeers and mocks me, waiting for the lowly substitute to break down and make a scene.
Instead, I smile and hand him the divorce papers I prepared in advance. “I’ve signed. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness.”
Before leaving, I even thoughtfully remind him where his stomach medicine is.
Outside the banquet hall, I get into a black Maybach, casually remove my disguise, and put on noise-canceling headphones.
Lu Jinghuai doesn’t know that Lin Wanyi is a dead piece I paid to extradite from an overseas gambling den;
that the necklace around his beloved’s neck is the key bugging device in my plan to short the Lu Group;
or that I’m the Wall Street queen who controls a two-hundred-billion-dollar hedge fund, and the only descendant of the “Father of Chips,” whom the Lu family drove to his death three years ago!
Later, the Lu Group goes bankrupt and is delisted. Lu Jinghuai kneels in the pouring rain until his knees are raw, his eyes bloodshot as he begs me to come back.
Looking down at him, I pour out the champagne in my glass and give him a cold, mocking smile.
“Mr. Lu, every time I called you ‘husband’ these past three years, it was a death sentence.”
