Yichen leaned in, his grey eyes scanned the document, his expression shifting from curiosity to a rare look of impressed surprise.
"It's a Deed of Transfer," he said, his voice calm. "And a Transfer of Executorship."
"What does that mean?" Qiao Mei asked, leaning over the table, her eyes wide. "Is it money?"
"It's better than money," Lin Jun answered before Yichen could. He adjusted his glasses, looking at the papers from across the table with his sharp, analytical gaze. "If I'm reading that seal correctly... that is the Zhen Family Trust. The entire thing."
I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands trembled so hard the paper rattled.
"It can't be," I murmured. "The Trust... it controls everything. The investments, the properties, the ancestral home... my father has been trying to get full control of it for decades. Grandmother held it over his head to keep him in line."
