His name was Ethan Koster.

The son of Old Mr. Koster's fourth son, Gabriel's cousin.


My father was right—my engagement to Gabriel was decided by our grandfathers. It couldn't be broken so easily.

But I knew all too well that this engagement had to end.

On my first day back, I tossed and turned, searching my memories for this person.


High status, strong abilities, and most importantly...

He died young.


Strictly speaking, he was the most suitable heir to the Koster family. The Koster family should have been his.

But at 18, he had a car accident. Though he survived, his health remained poor.

Thus, the position of heir was destined to elude him.

In my previous life, he died at 25.

But he clearly had ambition.

He never married, never had children.

Yet when he died, his estate exceeded half of Koster Group's value.

I couldn't imagine what the Koster Group might have become if he'd lived longer or been healthier.

"What do you mean by this, Miss Lindell?" Ethan's dark eyes looked at me.

"I, Elaine Lindell, despise fools." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Before we cooperate, show me what you can do."

Ethan smiled.

This time it was a genuine smile, bringing a hint of color to his pale face.

He slowly raised his cup and took a sip of tea.