Gray Hair Is No Match for a New Love's Smile

Ian Sutton's career was progressing rapidly.

Partnering with my family was like adding wings to a tiger for him.

Even Mr. Sinclair began to sing his praises.

"Daughter, you've really got a good eye. That kid is something else. For a businessman, being able to seize every opportunity is more important than anything."

He went on and on, recounting Ian Sutton's achievements to me.

His calls on the stock market were even more accurate than a Star Trader's.

During the few gold price drops, he acted decisively while even a seasoned veteran like Mr. Sinclair hesitated for a long time. The profits he made were enough to increase his net worth several times over.

And that's not to mention the several emerging industries he invested in.

In every case, when others were pessimistic, he went against popular opinion and poured all his energy into his investments.

He was growing quietly, in places I couldn't see.

But I couldn't bring myself to smile at all.

This kind of behavior would only cause such a huge stir coming from a rising star in the business world.

The old, established families were still watching from the sidelines. After all, a speculator couldn't be considered a proper businessman.

But I had lived with Ian Sutton for decades.

I knew full well he didn't have this kind of ability.

Unless... he had been reborn too...

I remembered the "In the Name of Love" cake he gave me the first time we met. 'If he hadn't been reborn, how would he have known I liked that particular cake?'

For an orphan like him, a few thousand dollars was not a small sum.

Then I remembered his female secretary.

'That face... I feel like I saw it somewhere in my past life.'