On the very day of my divorce, I won 300 million. Cheated on, kicked out of my home, and thrown out of the company, the whole world was waiting to laugh at me. Nobody knew that the lottery ticket in my pocket was the only capital I needed to turn my life around. The old house was being sold off in a hurry for next to nothing? I bought a luxury riverside mansion outright. While my ex and former boss were still celebrating their victory, my company was already officially established, and a blade was slowly turning back toward their throats. One by one, my open enemies fell to their knees and were eliminated, without even qualifying to play supporting roles. But just when I thought victory was assured, I discovered that an even darker pair of hands had been watching me all along.