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.

Zelica withdrew her hand slowly.

“Your seduction is good, Quacy. Better than your business presentation,” she said coldly.

He was surprised.

“Maybe you’re right,” Zelica continued, as if thinking.

Hope lit up again in his eyes.

“We really have to fix this,” she said, “but I can’t mix personal and business.”

“Sure, sure. Let’s finish the business matter first,” he agreed.

“I’ve already seen the result of your audit,” Zelica said.

“And?” he asked anxiously.

“We need to talk seriously. Tomorrow in my office at 10:00 a.m. Bring your lawyer if necessary. Once that is over, then we can talk about us.”

She stood up, leaving him with a bottle of expensive wine and a sly smile, thinking he had just won.

At 10:00 a.m. the next morning, in the meeting room of the mansion, Quacy arrived alone, without a lawyer. He brought another bouquet of roses. He was very confident. He thought this meeting was just a formality before he and Zelica reconciled.