Rain drummed against the glass walls of the Bank as Mei sat across from the manager's desk."I'm sorry, Mei, your application for $100 million loan has been rejected," The bank manager, Mr. Jonas said.Mei leaned forward, her eyes burning with desperation. "Rejected? Come on, Jonas. Help me out here. I'll pay the bank back in a year.""It's not like I don't want to help," Jonas said, not meeting her eyes. "The truth is, we don't have much to spare. The stock crash hit us hard. A lot of our client owes us money. Billions which they all lost in the crash. We simply don't have the liquidity to approve loans right now."Mei lips felt dry. This was her fourteenth rejection this week, with six more applications still pending.They always had the same excuse to tell her.But Mei knows the truth. It's not like they couldn't give her the loan she asked for. They just didn't want to. She had built good relationships with all the banks in the city. They loved doing business with her. Her name a

Craig's chauffeur navigated the Rolls-Royce down the shortest route to the villa. It was a narrow, deserted access road with very few vehicles.By taking this route, they could avoid prying eyes and inconvenient police patrols. Just then, the chauffeur caught something up ahead. A massive figure of a man blocking the center of the road.The closer the car drew to this figure, the bigger he appeared."Uh, Sir," the chauffeur called out, his voice tight. "We have a problem."Craig who was busy caressing Mei's thigh glanced up sharply with irritation. "What is it now?""There's a man out there. He's blocking the road.""What the hell," Craig snapped, narrowing his eyes. He could make out the imposing silhouette. "Who is that animal? Does he have a death wish?""I don't know, Sir," The chauffeur rolled the car to a stop. "He's not moving an inch."Craig clenched his jaws. He needed to get to his villa without any interference. Mei was finally within his grasp. He couldn't afford any del

Zeke left Mei's ward with her discharge papers held in his hand. At the receptionist desk, he arranged the papers squarely on the counter before he began filling out the details.As the receptionist looked away to tend to other business, Zeke initiated a FaceTime call to Spencer.Spencer's face appeared on the screen, his hair damp, towel draped over his head. He seemed to have gotten out of the shower. "Good evening, young master," Spencer greeted with a slight bow. "I've been expecting your call.""I need information on a man named Mr. Heisenberg," Zeke said as he finished filling the form. Hd slide the documents back to the nurse.Spencer settled before his laptop. "But of course. Mr. Heisenberg emerged out of nowhere three days ago, parading himself as the city's financial savior. He seems to have amassed a good fortune."Zeke thanked the nurse, stepping away to a quiet corner of the lobby. "How much is he worth, Spencer?""It's hard to say," Spencer replied, placing a cup of te

Jason turned sharply to Zeke, his eyes flashing with irritation. "What did you say, fool?"Zeke took two steps forward, his chin pointed at him. "I said, you don't decided this company's fate. You are powerless—and it shows."A displeasing snarled escaped Jason's lips. "You've been awfully loud since you walked in here. I hold the only leverage that can either make or break this company. Keep your mouth shut if you have nothing valuable to say.""Leverage? What leverage?" Zeke shot back. "You don't scare anyone here. Go ahead. Tell Heisenberg to withdraw his funding. We are better off free of his poison."Jason scoffed, casting his gaze back to Zhao Long. "Are you seriously going to stand there and let this dog speak for this family? Neither this clown nor Mei can save Zhao Dynasty."A grave, heavy silence descended upon the room as the brutal truth settled in.Zhao Dynasty was far too reliant on Heisenberg money to give it all up. If Heisenberg pulled out, they'd be penniless.Even M

"I wasn't expecting to see you anytime soon, Mr. Heisenberg," Jason said, adjusting in his seat. "How did you know I would be outside?""I bugged the boardroom," Heisenberg replied, dragging smoke slowly from his cigar. "I've been listening to every word."Jason's body stiffened. "But that's... that's invasion of privacy."Heisenberg scoffed. "You think I give a damn about that? I invested $80 million in a sinking company. I keep a very close eye on my assets."Jason swallowed hard, his throat dry. He didn't know what else to say. Heisenberg went on after a short pause. "So... Rockechilds Group is investing in Zhao Dynasty. How interesting."Jason leaned forward, his jaws set. "It's an unexpected twist, Mr. Heisenberg. I have reasons to believe it's not a coincidence. Someone pulled strings to make it happen.""And your suspicion is your brother-in-law, Zeke?" Heisenberg asked, watching him out of the corner of his eyes. "That penniless fool you described to me?""It's just a hunch,"