I stood at the estate's entrance, ready to leave and meet Michael and Hyun.
We were supposed to finalize the setup for Hyun's studio today, but my mind was elsewhere—clouded by the reality that Sullivan had stolen everything I had.
Every last cent.
He thought he had crippled me, but he was wrong.
Losing that money was only a setback, not my downfall. In fact, it had forced me to take a longer, more treacherous path to secure my future—a path that I wasn't afraid to walk.
If Sullivan thought that stealing from me was enough to break me, then he was about to learn a hard lesson.
Last night, while the world slept, I'd already planted the seeds of my next move. I'd accumulated investments—strategic, powerful ones—that would yield more than he could ever imagine.
