Susan Clark's ex-boyfriend cheated on her, and the third party’s little uncle drives a Rolls-Royce Phantom, even the license plate is an arrogant string of repeating numbers.

A few days after the breakup, Susan Clark saw that same Rolls-Royce Phantom with the repeating numbers outside the State Banquet Hotel.

Thinking of the scumbag and the white lotus flying off together, she just couldn’t let it go.

Want to work twenty years less? Dream on.

Still want to be family with me? Fine, then I’ll become your little aunt.

Let’s see you treat me with respect even when you’re trying to curry favor.

At that moment, Susan Clark didn’t know where her confidence came from. Smiling brightly, she knocked on the rear window of the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The window slowly rolled down. A young man looked over, his eyes behind his glasses deep and captivating.

Susan Clark was shaken inside: That white lotus isn’t much to look at, but her little uncle is actually this handsome?

A few months later, Susan Clark held the man’s arm, affectionately sitting in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, spotted the white lotus and the scumbag not far away, and crooked her finger at them, her expression arrogant and domineering.

“Seeing your elders and not coming over to say hello?”

The white lotus’s face turned ashen, slowly shuffled over, and called out to the driver in the front seat, “Little uncle.”

Susan Clark: “…?”

Chapter One

Jiangcheng, late autumn, 5:30 p.m.

The sun had been covered by clouds at some point, its rays trapped in the thick clouds, struggling to let out a few faint beams.

Susan Clark had been lying on her desk for half the day, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

The crisp ringtone of her phone stood out sharply against the mechanical, rapid clacking of keyboards, pulling Susan Clark’s mind out of a haze.

“Hello, is this Susan Clark from ‘Finance Weekly’, Reporter Clark?”

Susan Clark, still lying on her desk, forced herself to sound alert: “Yes, this is she. May I ask who’s calling?”

“I’m Stephen Brooks, assistant to the president’s office at Mingyu Bank. A month ago, your magazine scheduled an interview with Ian Shaw, President Shaw. The original date was set for tomorrow. Do you remember?”

Susan Clark instantly sobered up and subconsciously straightened her back.

Of course she remembered this.

The name Ian Shaw—she’d heard it countless times lately.

At first, everyone in the industry was talking about him because he suddenly appeared in the financial world as the son of Mingyu Group’s William Shaw.

After returning from his studies in Europe, he took over Mingyu Group’s private commercial bank, Mingyu Bank.

At the time, industry insiders didn’t see this as a good thing. After all, the bank’s operations were already on the brink, and even some financial commentators, usually so serious, joked that William Shaw was giving his son a half-dead subsidiary to play with.

However, after Ian Shaw took over Mingyu Bank, he decisively tackled the bank’s overreliance on deposit and loan business and its glaring risks, focusing on risk management and control mechanisms, and turned things around with swift action.

At just 27, Ian Shaw attracted the attention of the entire financial sector. Honors poured in, and interview requests flooded the president’s office hotline at Mingyu Bank.

Despite his sudden fame, there were very few interviews or reports about him.

Even the most mainstream media found it hard to get an interview. If they managed to get even a few words from him, it would be enough to make the front page.

This time, the magazine’s editor-in-chief had pulled a lot of strings to secure the interview.

When the editor-in-chief assigned the task to Susan Clark, everyone at the magazine was envious.

The name “Ian Shaw” could attract so much attention in the media, and the reporter who interviewed him would get just as much spotlight.

But now, this phone call made Susan Clark’s heart sink. She asked cautiously, “Is there a change in the schedule?”

“It’s like this,” Stephen Brooks said. “The interview was set for 9 a.m. tomorrow, but due to President Shaw’s personal work commitments, he won’t be available tomorrow.”

Susan Clark: “What about after that…?”

“In the next few days, he probably won’t be able to make time either,” Stephen Brooks said. “So if it’s convenient for you, would it be acceptable to postpone the interview for a week?”

No way.

Financial interviews are all about timeliness. If the interview is delayed a week, by the time the article is written, reviewed, and published, it’ll be old news.

“A week later really won’t work. Is there any way to squeeze in some time? A phone interview would be fine too!”

Stephen Brooks: “I’m afraid that’s really not possible. I can’t disclose the specifics, but the soonest would be a week from now.”

“What about tonight!” Susan Clark blurted out. “Is he free tonight? Just three hours—or even two would do.”

Before Stephen Brooks could answer, Susan Clark gritted her teeth and added, “Even one hour is fine! Please, can’t you make an exception?”

She’d spent nearly a month preparing for this interview, thoroughly researching all of Ian Shaw’s public financial activities, hoping to make her name with this article this year.

After a moment of silence, Stephen Brooks lowered his voice and said, “Tonight, President Shaw has a rather important banquet. Maybe—I’m just saying maybe—he might be able to spare some time in the middle. What do you think…?”

“I’ll wait!” Susan Clark agreed without hesitation. “Just give me the address, I can come and wait.”

Before hanging up, Stephen Brooks emphasized again, “Miss Clark, I can arrange a place for you, but I can’t guarantee President Shaw will have time. You might end up making the trip for nothing.”