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The True Face of the Fake Heiress: A Business Spy's Love Game
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I crouched beneath the Bridge Tunnel, counting coins when something suddenly pricked my fingertip. The Ancestral Jade, tainted with the smell of copper, slipped from my pocket and rolled across the filthy concrete floor, emitting an eerie green glow reminiscent of the fragmented light refracted from the champagne towers at my twentieth birthday party.
At that time, I wore a custom-made Italian suit, the gold cufflinks digging painfully into my wrist. Sophie approached, swaying gracefully in her ten-centimeter Jimmy Choos, the champagne-colored hem of her dress brushing against my trousers.
" brother Yuan," she said, her fingertip resting on my Adam's apple. "For tonight's fireworks show, I want to stand as close to your heartbeat as possible."
She probably didn't know that three days later, that meticulously planned fireworks display would explode my entire life. At that moment, I was toasting with representatives from Wall Street investment banks, when suddenly the intricately carved bronze doors of the banquet hall were flung open.
Thirty-seven bodyguards in black suits filed in, their polished shoes striking the marble floor like funeral drums. "Lin Yuan is suspected of embezzling group funds." My uncle Lin Hai's voice slithered up my neck like a venomous snake.
As the projection screen lit up, I heard the dull thud of my mother's Crystal Earrings shattering on the carpet. The forged transfer records flowed across the LED screen, resembling Sophie's coldly glowing nails—she was subtly shifting her chair half a foot closer to Lin Hai.
Grandfather's dragon-headed cane punctured a hole in the Persian Carpet: "Family Law shall handle this!"
When I knelt down, I caught sight of Sophie's newly done French manicure, adorned with diamonds glinting mockingly in the shadows. Old Zhou, the butler, trembled as he held the Family Law stick; for the first time, that yellow sandalwood soaked in tung oil tasted the blood of his grandson.
When my mother rushed forward, two bodyguards restrained her; her silk handkerchief embroidered with Double Lotus floated before my eyes. I wanted to grasp that snow-blue cloud but ended up with blood on my hands.
My father stood in the shadow of the spiral staircase; I had never seen his impeccably tailored suit so wrinkled, as if his spine had been pulled out overnight. Three months later, while rummaging through a trash bin in Urban Village for leftover food, rotten vegetable leaves clung to my torn sweatshirt.
Those once-brotherly young masters now blew smoke rings at me through Bentley windows. "Young Master Lin," they called out.
Mr. Wang flicked the ash from his cigarette. "I heard your father took sleeping pills at the nursing home this morning?" His voice was drowned out by the roar of the sports car, and my reflection in the rearview mirror shattered into seventeen or eighteen pieces.
Sophie had been found on Christmas Eve. The fur collar of her mink coat was speckled with snow, and her LV handbag contained a share transfer agreement. "Sign here," she said, her high heels crushing a half-eaten bun I had picked up.
"The Lin Family Old Residence is worth this much now." I stared at Lin Hai's signature on the agreement, suddenly realizing that the stroke matched the handwriting on my grandfather's birthday invitation from years ago.
That night, I had curled up outside a 24-hour convenience store, and the cashier, Xiao Chen, had secretly slipped me a cup of Oden soup. As the scalding broth burned my throat, I felt the coolness of the Jade Pendant in my pocket—an object my mother had clutched in her hand before she passed away.
The fluorescent lights in the convenience store suddenly buzzed, and blood-red veins appeared on the surface of the Jade Pendant, its patterns eerily similar to the flow of funds being transferred from our company.
As dawn approached, I stumbled upon an antique shop in the back alley of Urban Village. The Hunchbacked Boss's magnifying glass lingered on the Jade Pendant for three minutes before it suddenly snapped back as if shocked.
"This is a burial item," he said, his murky eyes glinting with an unusual light. "Look at this patina; it must have been buried for at least a thousand years."
When the first rays of sunlight pierced through the grimy glass window, a blood-red eye suddenly opened in the center of the Jade Pendant.
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