Chapter 1

Everyone said the heir of the Sterling family had found himself a massive headache of an influencer girlfriend who was obsessed with "blind box" gimmicks.

When it came to distributing performance bonuses to the staff, she insisted on making it a blind box draw.

"I turned everyone’s bonuses into blind boxes! You draw your luck, and whatever amount you get is what you take home. Isn't that so much more thrilling?"

An assistant who had loyally worked under her for three years ended up drawing a measly fifteen dollars. He couldn't pay his rent and was kicked out by his landlord the very next week.

During a major corporate bidding war, she gave Julian Sterling a "brilliant" strategy: blind box bidding.

"Let the bidding companies draw blind boxes to decide who wins the contract. It’s all about the thrill!"

As a result, a shell company that had been registered for exactly three days, lacking even the basic operational licenses, walked away with the group’s largest annual contract.

And on the eve of Sterling Group’s massive offshore acquisition negotiations, she did it again.

"I’ve randomized all our minimum walk-away prices into blind boxes! Let's make this negotiation exciting!"

In my past life, as Julian’s wife and business partner, I had called out this utter madness. I fought tooth and nail to correct the proposal.

I even personally flew to London, working seventy-two hours straight with no sleep, to secure exclusive authorization from the seller's core executives. That was the only reason the Sterling Group didn't go bankrupt right then and there.

But instead of being grateful, she threw a massive tantrum, claiming I had humiliated her. She ran away in a fit of rage and got caught in a crossfire street shooting during her chaotic flight.

Once the dust settled, Julian grabbed my wrist so hard it bruised and slammed a divorce agreement in my face.

"Sienna was just trying to have some fun! If you hadn't constantly opposed her and made her feel worthless, she would have never run out and faced that horror! Sign it and leave with nothing!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment she was tampering with our walk-away prices.

Looking at the real pricing sheet that I had already memorized by heart, I chose to remain completely silent. I turned on my heel and walked back to my office.

I wish you two a very happy, uninterrupted ride straight to hell.