At the thought, it was as if a hand were tightening around Qin Anan’s neck, a dizzying, suffocating sensation washing over her. How could he possibly be Mr. Z?! Mr. Z had transferred five million dollars to her and wanted to invest in the Qin Group. Why would Fu Shiting ever be so generous to her? But if he wasn't Mr. Z, why was he here? As her mind spiraled into chaos, every detail screamed the t