Starting with a Spaceship in an Apocalyptic World - Chapter 22: Where is your sister?

I became a scientist for an evil organization.…But I’m too competent.

The financial market is swept up and down, and the crocodiles are annihilated in chatting and laughing.

The most successful investor in history, the peak of the mysterious existence. He is Bridgewater’s largest investor, and his earnings beat Renaissance Technologies. He pointed to John Paulson, who strangled Long-Term Capital Management.

Killing a person in ten steps without leaving a name for a thousand miles, he is the son of finance and the king of hedging!

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She had conquered all the mysteries of psychology.

She had won all the major psychology awards.

She was the most expensive psychologist in the industry, charging by the second.

She was the universally acknowledged queen of psychology.

She was reborn.

She stood at a crossroads when she was 18, aspiring to become the villainous boss or to make money by curing illnesses.

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