By the time I was 7, I still hadn't spoken a single word. Everyone in the Ashford family thought I was an i***t. My mom had cried in secret more times than I could count, convinced I would never be able to speak. My dad looked at me with disappointment written all over his face. But what could he do? I was his son. He had founded Ashford Group from scratch 20 years ago and built it into an empire. But his own brothers sat on the board, watching for a chance to seize control, while countless business rivals waited for an opening to take the company over. He never gave up on me. He simply stopped expecting anything from me. What none of them knew was that I had already lived once before. In my previous life, I had been the youngest financial prodigy in Crownbridge. I slept only 3 hours a day and spent nearly every waking hour analyzing investment trends aloud for elites from all over the world. That brutal pace killed me at 33. So in this life, I planned to lie low and enjoy being a loser. Then one day, a Valorian financial shark came after Ashford Group, cornering my dad in his own office and trying to force through an acquisition. The room was packed, yet no one dared say a word. I quietly rose to my feet and spoke the first words of my new life.