She frowned deeply, her voice cold as she looked at me. “Since when was gambling on stocks considered a proper career? What happened to you? Even if you were out there delivering food, at least you’d be making an honest living. But instead, you’ve turned into a gambler, trying to get rich without lifting a finger. You need to quit this gambling habit of yours. I can help you get a proper job.”

I froze, then finally understood she had completely misunderstood. What I meant by "trading" wasn’t personal day-trading or gambling like she assumed.

I ran a private equity fund managing investments for others, structuring portfolios, and collecting commissions from the profits. However, from her reaction, she clearly thought I was one of those online traders who end up losing their shirts and begging for scraps.

After being sent back to relive this life, I no longer had to shoulder Cara’s massive expenses. With that weight off my back, I was finally able to save money. I applied the financial knowledge I’d worked so hard to gain and soon earned my first real profit. I also used that money to study overseas, fulfilling the dream I never got to realize in my last life.

That journey even led me to someone who saw my potential and became the most important person in my new life. However, I wasn’t about to share those sweet memories with anyone here.

Suppressing my frustration, I stayed polite, keeping my tone cool and distant. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m happy with what I do.”

Cara’s face darkened, clearly annoyed that I wasn’t falling in line. “Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. When you’re broke and starving, don’t come crawling to me.”

I didn’t understand why she was so fixated on getting me a job, and frankly, I didn’t care to find out.

Over the years, I’d amassed a considerable portfolio through smart investments. Even just living off the interest would be enough to carry me comfortably for the rest of my life. However, even if I told her that, she’d probably think I was lying or bragging.

The truth was, I barely left the house these days, preferring to work from home to care for my daughter. My style was pretty laid-back, mostly sporty or casual. The only flashy thing I wore was the one-of-a-kind watch on my wrist that my wife gave me on our wedding anniversary.

I never said no to my wife and daughter’s shopping sprees. However, when it came to myself, I didn’t care much. T-shirts and jeans were good enough.

Someone with sharp eyes caught sight of the watch and gasped in disbelief.

“Wait, isn’t that the limited edition ‘Heart of True Love’ watch from the Lowe family’s collection? There’s only one in the entire world! How the hell does he have it?”

Cara suddenly grabbed my wrist and yanked it toward her. Her eyes widened when she spotted the nearly invisible logo etched on the back of the case.

“George, did you steal this from one of those auction lots?”

I pulled my hand away, my patience wearing thin. This was getting ridiculous.

“Why can’t it just be mine?”

Luthen gave me a mocking look and sneered.“You? That watch is worth millions. No matter how hard you work, you’d never be able to afford it. If you’re smart, return it right now. Otherwise, I’ll call the cops and you’ll be spending the rest of your life behind bars.”

Someone in the crowd chimed in dramatically. “Just look at him. I bet this isn’t even his first time stealing! The police should investigate. He might be a repeat offender!”

Cara stared at me, her expression growing darker by the second. “George, I’m so disappointed at what you’ve become.”

I didn’t want to argue anymore, so I turned to Luthen and said clearly, “If you think I stole it, call the police. Let them come.”

The place was crawling with security cameras, and the watch was insured under my name. Good luck to them proving I stole something that legally belonged to me.

Luthen clearly didn’t expect me to challenge him so boldly. He pulled out his phone, ready to make the call, but Cara stopped him.

“Wait. This charity gala is being hosted by the Lowes’ heir herself. She’ll be here in person. If we cause a scene and screw this up, we won’t be able to afford the fallout.”

Luthen’s eyes lit up with curiosity. He leaned in and asked eagerly, “You don’t mean Grace Lowe, do you? I’ve heard she’s insanely accomplished. She speaks sixteen languages, offloaded all her real estate assets right before the housing market crashed, and reinvested it all into the hottest AI projects. People call her a genius in the investment world.”

Cara replied, “That’s right. If I can leverage my connection with the Lowes, the major film I’ve been planning will have no trouble securing funding.”

Just the mention of Grace Lowe sent a buzz through the room.

“She’s always so low-key. If it weren’t for this charity auction, I doubt we’d even get the chance to see her in person.”

“Exactly! I heard she’s putting ten billion’s worth of collectibles up for auction herself. She’s so humble and still devoted to charity. She’s the model for our generation.”

“I heard she’s already married, and her daughter’s a genius too. The kid is only seven, but she’s already accepted into a junior academic program and racking up science awards left and right.”

The crowd was growing more animated when suddenly, the doors swung open and a little girl walked in wearing a school uniform clearly marked with the elite academy’s logo.

A moment later, a team of bodyguards filed in behind her, followed by the auction house manager, who was hurrying after her and calling out, “Missy, slow down! Wait for me!”

The girl grinned mischievously and made a silly face, skipping ahead without slowing.

Instantly, the entire room caught on. That had to be Grace Lowe’s daughter.

People rushed over, surrounding her like bees to honey. Everyone bent down with fake smiles plastered across their faces, trying to charm her.

“Sweetheart, what’s your name? You look just like your mom. You’re so pretty and adorable!”

Luthen, thinking he could score points, squeezed his way in and pulled a bar of chocolate from his pocket. “I’ve got chocolate for you. It’s delicious!”

I saw my daughter reach for the candy, and my heart jumped. She was right in the middle of losing her baby teeth, and both her mom and I had been strict about keeping her off sweets.

I pushed past the crowd, reaching out to pull her back, until Luthen suddenly stopped me, standing protectively in front of her and snapping at me.

“George, are you out of your damn mind? Do you really think grabbing the little princess will get you in with the Lowes? One word from them and they could crush you like a bug.”

I didn’t say a word. However, he must’ve thought his jab hit home because he shoved me hard, then turned toward the auction house manager and called out smugly.

“Hey! Call the cops on this guy. He snuck into the event somehow and even stole one of the auction watches!”

The auction house manager’s expression shifted at once. As his eyes scanned over my messy appearance and the expensive watch on my wrist, he barked orders at the hotel’s lobby manager.

“What’s going on here? This hotel is under Lowe Corporation! If anything goes wrong, neither of us can afford to clean it up. Call the police. Get that watch back!”

Cara hadn’t said a word through it all. Her gaze toward me turned colder, filled with growing disgust. She was probably embarrassed to be associated with me, afraid I’d ruin her reputation in front of these people.

Glowing with satisfaction, Luthen turned back to my daughter and reached out his hand, voice soft as he said, “Were you scared, sweetheart? Come to me. I’ve got more chocolate for you.”

However, she ignored him completely. She pushed past the people crowding around, reached out for my hand, and said in her clear, childish voice, “Dad, why are your clothes all wet?”