After the private jet crash landing, I became bound to the Heartbeat System. It gave me 10 years to win over three conglomerate heirs. If even one man's Favorability Points hit the maximum, I would obtain the real-world awakening code. But I failed—completely.   I had once risked my life to save those three men, yet all of them chose to favor the fragile, pitiful Chloe Romanov. They claimed my terminal illness diagnosis was nothing but an expensive fake. They said my distress signal on social media was merely a disgusting stunt staged to ruin Chloe's birthday party. But if they truly loathed me to the core, why did those untouchable power players lose their minds the moment I pulled off the ventilator and died in a foreign country?