Rain slashes down as I stand beneath the grand gate of the Lee mansion, the same door that slammed shut on me years ago. The iron bars tremble under the weight of two figures kneeling in the puddles — Madam Lee and her son, their designer clothes soaked, faces pale with desperation.\n\n"Please," she sobs, clutching my name like a prayer. "Come back, Lucky. Our stocks have crashed, our partners fled. Without you, we’re ruined!"\n\nI don’t flinch. I remember the cold alley where I ate expired buns, whispering my real name into the dark because 'Lucky' felt like a lie. The Keens found me. Fed me. Believed in me. And within weeks, their startup went viral. Billions flowed in.\n\nNow, the woman who called me a curse begs at my feet.\n\nBehind me, Jin grips my shoulder gently. "You don’t owe them anything," he says.\n\nBut the world watches. The livestream has millions. The Lees’ fall made headlines. And somewhere deep, a question burns: Do I walk away… or make them pay?