Chapter Three: The Third Shareholder at the Gala

“Two hundred million,” Zhiwei said. “Verification rights only. No tied vote. If you decline, three funds are waiting downstairs.” Lu studied her for three seconds and offered his hand. “Agreed.” Applause and shutters exploded. The bank lawyer quietly withdrew the seizure notice. The manager who had ignored her calls flooded her phone with congratulations. Zhiwei transferred the full debt and wrote one final message to the collectors: Principal, interest, and penalties paid. Release the lien. She had gone from nothing to a nine-figure fortune in forty-eight hours. Chengjun stepped close, shielding their faces from cameras. “You are like your mother. You think evidence can defeat power.” “So you admit you knew my mother?”