Chapter One: A Dead Man Accepted the Order

The face was leaner than the one on an old financial magazine, and a pale scar crossed the right brow, but the eyes were unchanged. Seven years ago, Shengchuan Group heir Shen Yanci had vanished when his yacht exploded. Searchers recovered only an engraved watch. Jibai had been nineteen. His father had cut out the report, locked it in a drawer, and repeated one sentence while drunk: The wrong man died. Months ago, a court had finally declared Shen Yanci dead. At the end of this month, the last voting rights in his trust would transfer. Yet the dead man stood before him. “Shen Yanci,” Jibai said. The man's gaze rose from the bag. “You have the wrong person.”