Chapter 15 — Husband Announces Stepson as Heir, And I Reach Top 47 Global Assets

He was still struggling wildly. My feet dragged on the polished stone floor. Leaves two long, messy streaks. He was thrown down the sidewalk steps. The front is dark. An old wallet fell to the ground from a torn shirt pocket. A photo that had turned yellow over the years slid out. Young Luc Thanh Vien. And young Wen Qing. Leaning on each other. Smile extremely brightly. That is a photo taken in front of the university gate after graduation day. They have nothing in their hands. But I feel like I have the whole world. Luc Thanh Vien trembled and reached out his hand. Want to pick up the photo. Right at that moment. A wind blew. The photo was rolled up. Spin around in the air. Then gently fall into the manhole next to it. Disappeared in the murky water. Just in the blink of an eye. Like that ten year period. Can't go back forever. Luc Thanh Vien lay prone on the cold ground. Staring into the dark manhole. Can't hold back any longer. He burst into tears. Heartbreaking cry. Extreme despair. Like a lone wolf abandoned by the world. And so ridiculous it's pitiful. Switzerland, Davos. The snow-capped mountains of the Alps make this small town as beautiful as a fairy tale. But this time. This place is gathering forces and assets capable of shaking the global economy. Inside the World Economic Forum hall. The atmosphere is both solemn and vibrant. Wen Zhixia just finished his keynote speech. I'm not talking about empty macro slogans. Use only the most accurate data. The most pioneering perspectives. To analyze the changes in the landscape of the global technology industry over the next ten years. At the same time, announced the plan of Summer Solstice Investment. Will pour more than 100,000,000,000 USD into three areas: Artificial Intelligence. Biomedicine. And clean energy. That speech. Like a giant rock thrown into a quiet lake. Immediately created a storm. When I stepped off the stage. Countless people quickly approached. There are financial giants on Wall Street. There are Silicon Valley's rising tech stars. There are also old aristocratic families in Europe. Everyone has a perfect smile. Put your business card in front of me. Want to build a relationship with the new goddess of wealth of the East.

“Miss Wen, I am the Managing Director of Goldman Sachs.”

“Your speech was truly excellent!”

“Miss Tri Ha, I come from the Rothschild family.”

“My grandfather looks forward to having dinner with you.”

"Oh my God!"

“On, you are the embodiment of the future!”

“We must discuss the Tinh Than Quang Khoa deal!”

Zhou Dich and Ly Tu led an elite team. Cleverly block out most social interactions. But there are still a few people. Can't easily refuse. An old American man with white hair. Extremely clear mind. Holding the glass of wine, he walked towards me. He is the current head of the Morgan Group. Just one stomp of a character's foot is enough to shake the global financial world.

“Young lady.”

“You remind me of myself forty years ago.”

His voice was hoarse. But his eyes were still sharp like an eagle.

“Ambition.”

“Real strength.”

“And the desire to swallow everything without covering up hide."

I looked at him. The corners of the lips curled slightly.

“Mr. Morgan is too complimentary.”

“That's not lust.”

“That is the mission engraved in the veins of the On family.”

The answer is not arrogant. But also not humble. Contains an aura that makes others unable to suspect him.

“The On family?”

A light flashed in the old man's eyes.

“I have heard of that ancient family that has been hidden for nearly a century.”

“I didn't expect that today they would let the heir come into the light.”

He moved slightly closer. Lower your voice.

“But young lady.”

“The rules of this world.”

“The past few hundred years have been set by us.”

“If you want to butt in.”

“Even want to change the rules of the game.”

“I'm afraid it won't be that easy.”

The words brought a gentle smile. But it contains a cold warning. The smile on my lips hasn't changed at all. I gently turned the champagne glass in my hand. The dark red liquid reflected the crystal lights. Sparkling like rubies.

“Mr. Morgan.”

“You are very right.”

“Old rules of the game.”

“Indeed it was set by you.”

“But times are changing.”

I raised my head. Look straight into his experienced eyes. Say each word slowly.

“The right to set new rules of the game.”

“Never belonged to an individual.”

“Never belonged to a family.”

“It belongs only to those who see the future.”

“And hold the future.”

I stopped for a moment. The corners of the lips slightly raised.

“With the Wen family behind me.”

“It is the future.”

The smile on Mr. Morgan's face stiffened for the first time. He looked at me deeply. As if wanting to see through everything. A while later. He suddenly burst into laughter.

“Or we are the future!”