After my husband threw me out of the house after our divorce, I took the old bank card my father had left behind and used it at a branch in the U.S., sending the whole bank lobby into a stir as the staff hurriedly called the manager over, and the words “Look at the name on this account!” revealed a family secret I had never known.

“I am expensive, ma’am.”

“I know,” Zelica replied.

“I don’t deal with personal dramas.”

“I’m not asking you to deal with drama. I’m asking you to teach me how to win a business war. The drama is the bonus.”

Seek smiled slightly—his first smile.

“When do we start?”

“Yesterday,” Zelica replied.

Two weeks passed. Atlanta didn’t know what was happening behind closed doors.

Zelica and Seek’s small team worked twenty hours a day. They dissected Okafor Legacy Holdings LLC. It turned out the assets were greater than estimated. Her father hadn’t just bought land. He had also bought small shares in various agri-food companies whose value had now skyrocketed.

Zelica learned fast. She devoured financial reports, studied property laws, and learned the fundamentals of agribusiness management.

Seek watched her. This client was different. She didn’t panic. She wasn’t greedy. She was focused. She was like a dry sponge absorbing all the information.