The gears had lodged deep into Chloe's left arm. As the chief mechanic who had single‑handedly earned four million dollars, all she got from her husband was a health insurance card tossed at her. "Two hundred dollars—not even enough for a shot of anesthesia in Texas." Federal Director Alexander slapped the receipt onto the steel table. Listening to her sister‑in‑law's giggles as she test‑rode a thoroughbred at the Austin estate, Chloe finally realized her blood and sweat had long been drained dry—and that her father's fatal fall had been nothing but a stepping stone for Brian to steal his patent. Blood dripped to the floor. With one hand, Chloe hit the enter key, locking down every equipment blueprint across the state. "You want to build your estate dream on my life? Then let the whole family rot in federal prison!"
