Three Weeks Later – Imperial Crown City
Whispers flooded every corner of the city.
"Damian Lu is alive!""The fallen king is back to claim his throne!"
And tonight, at the Imperial Crown Summit, where the most powerful elites gathered to decide the future of the financial world, history was about to be rewritten.
Imperial Crown Summit – Grand Hall
The atmosphere inside the hall was suffocating. Media cameras rolled, waiting for a historic moment.
Suddenly—
BANG!
The grand entrance doors burst open.
A voice filled with undeniable power echoed across the hall.
"Apologies for the late arrival… Hope we didn't miss the fun."
Every head turned.
There he stood—Damian Lu, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, sharp-featured, cold-eyed, and very much alive.
At his side walked Selina Jiang, elegant and untouchable, her eyes cold and proud, the very image of a queen who had survived hell.
The room went deadly silent.
One of the Lu Family elders stumbled forward, pale and shaking.
"You… You're supposed to be dead!"
Damian's lips curled into a dangerous smirk.
"Dead?" His voice was ice. "I was. But I promised my queen forever. And forever… starts now."
With a snap of his fingers, every giant LED screen in the hall came to life.
Confidential documents flashed across the screens—proof of the Lu Family elders' crimes, hidden accounts, betrayals, and decades of corruption.
The crowd erupted in shock and chaos.
Selina stepped forward gracefully, her heels striking against the marble floor like a declaration of war.
"As of this moment," her voice was razor sharp, "the Lu Empire belongs to us. And those who betrayed us… prepare to lose everything."
But before the chaos could settle, the screens flickered again.
This time, a new figure appeared—face hidden behind a silver mask, voice distorted.
"Congratulations on your little victory, Mr. and Mrs. Lu. But the real enemy… is already at your gates."
A countdown appeared beneath the masked figure.
180 Days Remaining—Before Everything You Love Falls.
Backstage – Unknown Location
Behind closed doors, a man removed his silver mask.
It wasn't Emily.It wasn't Linda.
It was Adrian Jiang—Selina's half-brother.
A wicked smile curved across his face as he gazed at the flashing countdown on his private screen.
"You thought you'd won, Selina?" he muttered, swirling a glass of wine in his hand. "The throne you just claimed… was never yours to begin with. Let's see how long you can keep it."
Fade to black.