Five years. Five years had bled into an eternity since the storm that stole his world. Zhenting Lu, once the ruthless conqueror of the corporate battlefield, now haunted the periphery of his own life. The name 'Lu Zhenting' was whispered in boardrooms with a mix of fear and reverence. His deals were legendary, his tech empire untouchable, but behind the icy facade, he remained a prisoner of his own grief. His hair, once jet black, now bore threads of silver at the temples, a visible testament to the invisible scars he carried. He attended the Singapore Summit for the massive merger deal, but his mind was elsewhere.
He ran his thumb over the jagged scar on his hand, a constant reminder of the night he lost everything. The shard of glass had been a desperate shield, a futile attempt to ward off the darkness that threatened to consume him. Now, it was his only adornment, a grim sort of jewelry that echoed the hollowness within. Assistant Qin kept him updated on logistics, the endless stream of VIPs eager to curry favor, but Zhenting remained detached, a statue carved from ice in a room filled with sycophants.