The CEO's Lethal Savior: No Master Here

Serena woke up tied to a rusted iron chair in an abandoned warehouse, her mind completely wiped clean except for her name.

A foul-smelling thug walked in with a bloodstained baseball bat, ready to torture her and the kidnapped five-year-old boy strapped to the chair next to hers.

But before his blow could land, a terrifying muscle memory hijacked her body.

She effortlessly dislocated her own wrist to escape the military-grade knots, broke his nose, and crushed his windpipe with textbook tactical precision.

When the boy's father, the ruthless Wall Street tyrant Silas Sterling, stormed in with his mercenaries, he threw a background check in her face.

He accused her of being the mastermind—an eighteen-year-old trailer park delinquent with a history of petty vandalism.

He sneered at her cheap clothes and smeared makeup, certain she was just greedy street trash.

But a cheap delinquent wouldn't know Pentagon-level psychological de-escalation protocols to calm his traumatized son.

And a street rat certainly wouldn't possess the alien medical technology and surgical skills to bring his grandmother back from a flatline brain death.

Every instinct in Serena's body screamed that this identity was a hastily forged trap, but she had no memory of her past.

She tossed the fake file back onto his mahogany desk and signed his hundred-million-dollar contract.

"Enroll me in the prep school from this fake file. I am going to find out who I actually am."