Chris, a humble mechanic, was cheated on by his fiancée, Sarah. What she didn't know was that Chris had just won a billion-dollar lottery jackpot. He hired Victor a ruthless "financial butcher" cast out of Wall Street to establish a shadow consortium; meanwhile, Chris donned a valet uniform and infiltrated the Brody family’s luxury hotel, working as the lowest-rung grunt. He watched with his own eyes as Brody signed a ruinous contract, personally froze all of Brody’s assets, and even gritted his teeth through a public beating at Brody’s hands all because the acquisition agreement was still twenty-four hours away from taking effect. The only person who saw through his disguise realizing he didn't belong among the working class was Maya, the hotel receptionist. She shielded him from blows and secretly recorded the villains' plotting, yet she walked away heartbroken when he appeared "too afraid to fight back." Then, at a grand charity gala, the doors burst open; flanked by a dozen suited enforcers clearing his path, Chris shed his valet uniform, stepped onto the red carpet clad in a million-dollar bespoke suit, and brought the entire room of three hundred guests to their knees. His ex-fiancée’s champagne glass shattered in her hand, yet his gaze remained fixed on the girl in the corner her eyes red-rimmed with emotion as he said: "This is why I couldn't fight back that night."
