Germany. The Eisenberg family investment office.

Johanna von Eisenberg signed the last report and set down her pen.

This year's business plan, which she'd been wrestling with for nearly two months, was finally almost done.

Since the start of the year she'd gone through every file coming up from the investment committee and the affiliated financial firms. Between rebalancing this year's asset weights and resetting the direction for new investments, the days had gone by in a blur.

Some material still waited on one side of her desk, but she didn't want to look at any more of it today.

It was time to clear her head for a while. Johanna leaned back in her chair and picked up her smartphone.

Just then, a new message popped up on the screen.

The moment she saw who'd sent it, her eyebrows went up slightly.

"At this hour?"

She opened the message. It wasn't long.

He was throwing a small party in New York this Friday, and he'd like her to come if she had the time.

The place: Lower Manhattan.

The H.R TOWER. Johanna stared at the screen for a few seconds, then let out a laugh of pure disbelief.

"Ha……."

"He sells my pie off to America, and now he's throwing a party in New York?"

Not long ago, in St Moritz, he'd dropped a casual hint about the American market.

She'd seized on it and gone back through her data from the top. Meanwhile Bear had flown to America, met people, brokered investments, and before she knew it, put his name up right in the middle of Lower Manhattan.

Just how much nerve did this man have?

Most twenty-one-year-olds arriving in New York for the first time would hunt down the famous restaurants and do the tourist sights.

Bear had bought a building.

And not just any building, but one where his office and his home could sit under one roof. Now he was even throwing a party there.

"He really never rests."

It was absurd. She was about to put the phone down when her hand stopped. A…