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.

Quacy thought he was the boss.

“Good afternoon, sir,” he said.

Seek looked up. His eyes were cold.

“I am Seeku, consultant. Sit down, Mr. Quacy. Our CEO is on the way.”

Quacy sat down. He started to feel a little nervous. The atmosphere in the room was too heavy, too silent.

Five minutes passed like an hour.

Suddenly, the double doors behind him opened. Quacy didn’t turn around. He heard the sound of footsteps—high heels.

Click, clack. Click, clack.

A firm and rhythmic sound on the marble floor.

“Sorry for the wait,” a voice said. A familiar voice, but… impossible.

Quacy froze. He knew that voice, but this voice was cold, full of authority.

He turned his chair slowly.

The footsteps stopped at the other end of the table.

There stood Zelica, her hair perfectly styled. She was wearing a navy blue power dress that wrapped her body perfectly. Reading glasses rested on her nose. Her face was made up subtly but professionally.