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.

“Sure, whatever for you,” Quacy said.

But deep down he was a little anxious. To get such a big project, he needed a huge capital injection. He needed investors. His company honestly had quite a few debts here and there to finance their lavish lifestyle.

“I’ll organize meetings with all possible investors,” he murmured.

A few days later, he heard rumors in Atlanta business circles.

“Did you hear?” an acquaintance said. “There’s a new player in town investing like crazy. Bought a mansion in Cascade, cash. Brought in a consultant from Midtown—that guy, Seek, the Cleaner.”

“What’s the name?” Quacy asked.

“Interesting. No one knows exactly. Very secretive. But the company name is old. Okafor Legacy Holdings LLC. Ring a bell?”

Quacy shook his head.

“Old-fashioned name. Probably some old money folks just realizing their assets. This is the opportunity.”

He immediately ordered his secretary to find a way to contact Okafor Legacy Holdings. He had to present his proposal for the development in South Georgia. He didn’t know that the lands he coveted were the very ones listed in Zelica’s deed.