The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the marble corridor of the Shopia Joy Corporation headquarters.

A man dressed in all black handed a red folder to Shopia, who sat gracefully in her executive chair. But her calm demeanor vanished the moment she opened and read the document.

Her face stiffened. Her hands trembled violently.

“Evalina Wilson… is Olivia Grace?” she whispered, her voice low but burning with fury. Her eyes widened, her lips quivered—and then BANG! She hurled the folder at the wall in a fit of rage.

“I need to see this with my own eyes!” she shouted sharply. “Get the car ready. Now!”

Her terrified assistant only...