Felicia's relationship with Kayla had reached a breaking point. The gloves were off, and her schemes were becoming increasingly vicious.

Three years later, Dexter declared bankruptcy. The once-mighty tycoon of Khogend, known as the wealthiest man in town, had fallen from grace, ultimately relying on Arnold for mere survival. Felicia circled the word "bankruptcy" on the document.

After her rebirth, many events shifted to an earlier timeline. Could the Fuller family's downfall also arrive sooner? It was bound to happen sooner or later; this was precisely why Felicia refused the 5% stake. Accepting those shares would only tether her to a sinking ship, hindering her escape when the time came. She tapped her pen thoughtfully against the paper.

Her mind drifted to a past-life memory—an opportunity that had solidified Arnold's position as the Lawson family heir. He had attended a major venture capital conference and invested in three promising startups. Three years later, two delivered massive returns, earning him considerable wealth and influence. These companies were eventually absorbed into the Lawson family as subsidiaries.

Felicia's eyes lit up. She thought about beating Arnold to the punch. Slapping the desk, she jumped up and headed straight for Sebastian's room.

When Felicia told Sebastian she wanted to attend the upcoming venture capital conference, he raised an amused eyebrow. "There's a conference in Khogend tomorrow," he grinned. "I was planning to skip it, but if you're interested, I'll take you."

The timing was perfect. Even if she didn't find the exact startups Arnold had invested in during her past life, she could attend conferences until she did.

Sebastian chuckled, ruffling her hair. "What's gotten into you? Are you planning to dive into investments already? You haven't even received the dividends from that 5% stake yet, and you're already figuring out how to spend it?"

"It's not like that..." Felicia trailed off, her gaze dropping.

The Fuller family would go bankrupt in less than two years. Those dividends—if they even materialized—were meaningless. She didn't want them, and she likely wouldn't get them anyway.

After a moment, she glanced up and asked, "Do you know anything about a company called Jupiter Group? Or perhaps a smaller startup with that name?"

"Jupiter Group?" Sebastian frowned, considering. "No, it doesn't ring a bell. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I was just curious," Felicia replied casually.

She remembered all too well. Jupiter Group had systematically dismantled Fuller Group, piece by piece. If she warned Dexter and Sebastian now, they might preempt Jupiter's rise and avert the family's ruin. However, she had no intention of doing so.

Her mind flashed back to the humiliation and rejection she'd endured in her past life. She could still hear her parents' cold words after casting her out: "I wish we'd never found you in the first place."

Her lips tightened, and she averted her gaze.

Sebastian didn't press. His phone rang, and as he answered, he turned to her with a smile. "Get some rest. I'll take you to the conference tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Sebastian."

As Felicia left his room, she saw a maid hurriedly turning away. The woman busied herself dusting a painting, her movements stiff and unnatural.

Felicia's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Mina, how was the second round? Have you heard enough for tonight?"

Mina froze, her face pale. Stammering, she replied, "Ms. Felicia, I—What are you talking about? I wasn't eavesdropping. I was just cleaning, that's all."

"Cleaning at 11:00 pm?" Felicia tilted her head toward the wall clock.

Mina's eyes darted nervously.

Felicia didn't press further. With a faint smirk, she turned and walked away.

Behind her, Mina exhaled shakily, a look of regret and indignation crossing her face. With a subtle curl of her lip, she muttered under her breath, making no effort to hide her disdain.