"Mr. Gray? Can you hear me? Do you understand what I'm saying?" The lawyer's voice held a hint of urgency.
"Huh?"
Gray shot up from his chair, gasping for breath, looking around with a dazed expression.
The lawyer beside him was startled by his sudden reaction.
'Where is this? Why am I here? What exactly happened?' A series of questions exploded in his mind, his heart pounding, his cheeks flushed, as if he might convulse at any moment.
"Don't look at me with that expression! I know you're faking it again to get sympathy! Kazir, that trick doesn't work on me anymore!" A woman in her early twenties complained, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at him.
"Who are you?" Gray asked instinctively.
"Cassandra? Why are you here?" But as soon as the words left his mouth, he froze, muttering to himself: 'Ah... wait! Why am I speaking English? Why did I call her Cassandra? Didn't I hit the 'jackpot'?'
Gray clutched his head, feeling a splitting headache. He found that a memory of a small director named Kazier Gray had been added to his mind.
"Yes, I know I shouldn't be here, so we should have ended this long ago!" The woman named Cassandra inexplicably shot him a fierce look, her tone filled with finality.
Suddenly, an absurd thought crashed into his aching head.
Am I... transmigrated? And to 1990s America?
He stared blankly out the window, a mix of emotions in his heart, unsure whether to be happy or sad... Before transmigrating, Gray was also a small director, unremarkable. Although he had made a few 'decent' films, unfortunately, few were released, and none ever became popular.
But now, he seemed to have the chance for a more exciting life?
"Ha... haha..." Despite the splitting headache, Gray – no, now he should be called Kazir Gray – let out a low, strange laugh.
"What's wrong with you? This is why I want to leave you." Cassandra still glared at him fiercely, but Kazir didn't pay it any mind.
"Me too, I've already let go. I don't want to live with you anymore either."
Getting divorced right at the start, to encounter such a melodramatic plot, Kazir looked at the foreign woman in front of him, a physiological discomfort welling up in his heart, and he said with some aversion.
Based on the memories in his mind, he understood that today was the day the original owner would become single again.
'It seems this is where I sign the divorce agreement.' He thought to himself, then turned to look at Cassandra's lawyer.
"Mr. Gray, I understand your feelings, but you must understand that your wife no longer loves you." The lawyer sighed. Seeing Kazir's strange behavior, he thought he had completely lost his mind.
But fortunately, judging by his appearance, he seemed only to be startled.
"I've seen many people fall into despair after divorce, but you have to be strong." The lawyer continued to console him.
"No need for your sermon, just sign it and get out." Kazir said coldly, his tone full of disdain.
"What did you say?"
The lawyer was stunned; Kazir's attitude was a complete 180-degree turn from his previous clinging behavior.
Kazir composed himself, recalled the memories in his mind, then turned to the woman in front of him: "Cassandra, I'll be direct. You are an out-and-out slut. I worked myself to death trying to give you the best life, but you cheated on me with a rich man, completely destroying my trust. Now you want half of my money? You're a real bitch."
"Kazir Gray! How dare you speak to me like that!" Cassandra was furious upon hearing this.
"I'll say it again, you! Are! A! Bitch! And let me tell you, I don't care about you at all, not one bit. Whatever you want to take, those worthless things, just take them." Kazir said mercilessly.
"Hmph!" Cassandra sneered. Dividing the property was her goal for the divorce anyway, so she didn't care what Kazir said.
The agreement clearly stated that she didn't want alimony, but she wanted the house and half of his savings.
'He's dirt poor, there's nothing valuable. Getting the house is at least not a wasted effort.' She thought to herself, secretly pleased.
Kazir and Cassandra's marriage had started sweetly, but as time went on, Cassandra's desires grew, and Kazir gradually couldn't satisfy her needs.
So, she found a sugar daddy outside and cheated.
"You want the house? Fine, take it."
Kazir picked up the pen and signed the document without hesitation, not even glancing at it – he remembered the terms perfectly, and he didn't want to get entangled with the original owner's ex-wife.
The lawyer beside him was stunned. His client actually didn't resist at all, just agreed so readily?
That house was Kazir's only asset, but now he didn't care about it at all.
Whenever Kazir thought of Cassandra's betrayal, he felt disgusted; at this moment, he only wanted to leave this place quickly.
"Alright, it's signed, I'm leaving."
After signing, Kazir stood up, wanting to leave this wretched place.
"Kazir Gray! You'll regret this!" Cassandra looked at Kazir's resolute back, feeling a bit indignant. Why did it feel like she was the one being dumped? She shouted angrily after him.
Kazir didn't stop his steps, sneering inwardly:
Regret? In his previous life, he did regret not being able to properly honor his parents, regretting his incompetence that caused them anxiety and worry their whole lives. But not this time!
And you? You're not worthy!
After leaving the law office, Kazir stood on the street, watching the bustling traffic of 1994, and took a deep breath of the exhaust-filled air.
"It feels great to be reborn."
He smiled, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
His previous life was unremarkable, nothing went smoothly.
His only hobby, filmmaking, had drained all his energy, yet yielded no achievements. Afterwards, he was depressed for a long time, feeling that life was meaningless.
"But not this time! Since my mind is filled with so much, wouldn't it be a pity not to make a big splash?"
Kazir sat on a roadside bench, his headache gradually subsiding.
There was no sadness in his heart, only the relief of escaping death and the excitement of returning to youth.
'No matter what, I must seize this opportunity.' Kazir made up his mind to live a life of significance.
"First, I need to find a place to stay..." He pondered. There was still 17,000 US dollars left in the account; this was what remained after Cassandra took half.
"If I'm careful with my spending, it'll last a few months, no problem." He smiled. He wasn't worried about money at all.
He clearly remembered the rise of companies like Apple and Google; investing a little money in them would make him rich.
"But Google probably hasn't been founded yet, right? It's only October 1994." Kazir sat on the bench for a few minutes, calmed himself down, and began to plan his first step.
'My biggest regret in my previous life was not being able to make a successful movie.' His eyes looked firmly into the distance.
Becoming a 'King of the World' like James Cameron might not be realistic, but making a few critically acclaimed and commercially successful films, he had the confidence for that.
"After all, I know exactly which movies will sweep the box office in the future."