Half a month earlier.
The steamship slowly departed the European port. Clara squatted in the cramped lower cabin and took out the yellowed sheet of paper from the envelope. The words "Confidential Document of the Howe Corporation" pricked her eyes like sharp needles.
Beneath it was written that Chris had colluded with Voss Corporation, her family's business rival, to steal corporate secrets and set a deadly trap for her family. At the bottom of the letter were the clear signatures of Chris Monse and Victor Voss, sealed with bright red fingerprints. So this was the truth.
Back then, the Howe family's business had flourished, expanding nationwide. Her father had made connections with a wealthy tycoon from another city and had indeed considered arranging a marriage alliance for her into th
