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.

She looked at Quacy. There was no hatred in her eyes. No love. Nothing—just the look of a superior at a subordinate.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Zelica sat calmly in the head chair. Seek stood beside her, handing her a tablet. She looked at Quacy and then smiled. The smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Quacy,” she said. Her clear voice filled the room. “I am Zelica Okafor, CEO of Okafor Legacy Holdings LLC.”

She leaned in a little.

“Please begin your presentation. I heard you are very interested in the lands in South Georgia.”

She paused, letting her words sink in. Casually, she continued in a relaxed tone,

“Coincidentally, all the land you covet for your ambitious project belongs to me.”

The silence in the meeting room was so thick that Quacy could hear his own heart beating in his ears.