Chapter 1

My girlfriend smashed the engagement ring I gave her, looking at me with utter contempt. "A cheap piece of junk worth a few thousand bucks? You think that's going to lock me down?"

At the same time, Dylan Morrison, a rich trust fund kid, slipped a massive diamond ring onto her finger and mocked me:

"There's no secret to winning over beautiful women. Money is everything."

I grabbed Emma's arm, trying to stop her.

"He doesn't love you at all. I'm the one who truly cares about you."

Emma shoved me away.

"He'll pay me a hundred thousand just to sleep with me once. How much is your 'true love' worth?"

Ten years later, Dylan brought Emma to our class reunion to humiliate me again.

But they had no idea—I was now part of New York's elite.

Ten years after graduation, I had made it. I was near the top of New York's rich list.

But I kept a low profile and didn't flaunt my wealth. Very few people knew my true identity.

That day, I was at a private club negotiating a deal.

I'd just closed a contract worth over a hundred million when my secretary handed me my schedule.

"The next person waiting to see you is the heir to the Shaw Group, worth tens of billions. He's been waiting in Private Room 9 for quite a while."

I nodded. I owed him a favor, so I went downstairs personally to meet him.

When I pushed open the door to the private room, I realized I'd walked into the wrong one.

Inside weren't the Shaw Group heir, but a bunch of old classmates.

Dylan was surrounded by a group of people.

The people around him were the same suck-ups who used to cling to him back in college.

When I saw them, I turned to leave.

But Dylan called out to me.

"Aren't you Liam Carter? You see old classmates and don't even say hello?"

That condescending attitude of his—exactly like it was ten years ago.

Ten years ago, he'd taken a massive diamond ring and stolen my girlfriend Emma.

I'd actually forgotten about it, but seeing him now reminded me—it was time to teach him a lesson.

I stopped in my tracks and looked them over.

"Class reunion? Why didn't anyone give me a heads-up?"

A female classmate nearby laughed.

"Liam, don't blame us for not telling you. We were actually doing you a favor. Your family's so poor, we were afraid you'd feel out of place at this kind of high-end venue."

I toyed with the car keys in my hand. "You're overthinking it. I come here all the time."

Everyone froze, looking somewhat incredulous.

Dylan sneered.

"You work here, right? As a waiter? Or maybe a stripper?"

Following his question, the room erupted in laughter.

A female classmate said, "Liam, you're pretty good-looking. What a shame you're so poor. No wonder Emma dumped you back then. I bet you haven't even touched a woman in years. I could be your sugar mama—it's better than being a male escort here."

With that, everyone laughed crudely again.

My eyes turned cold as I looked at the woman's obese figure.

"You're Emma's best friend, right? What was your name again?"

The female classmate introduced herself. "Grace Lin. Remember my name—I might be your biggest client someday!"

I picked up a bottle of alcohol and walked over to her.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who talked Emma into breaking up with me, weren't you?"

Grace showed no shame and admitted it openly.

"Yeah, that was me. I was the one who put Emma in Dylan's bed. I was doing her a favor, finding her a sugar daddy. A woman that beautiful—you couldn't afford her. Forget about her and pour me a drink."

I lowered my eyes submissively and said, "Sure."

Then I raised the bottle and smashed it over her head!

The bottle shattered, dark red liquid mixed with blood covering her face.

Grace let out a pig-like squeal!

She wiped her face with her hand and pointed at me, cursing:

"Liam! You're asking for death! I was being generous letting you serve me, what are you acting all high and mighty for?"

I laughed coldly, my eyes full of murderous intent. "You think you're worthy?"

Grace refused to back down, threatening me. "Apologize to me right now, and it's not too late!"

I grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned my hands. "And what if I don't apologize?"

"Then you might not walk out of this room today!" Grace sneered, looking toward Dylan.

Dylan understood immediately and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, everyone surrounded me.