Rebirth Into My Second Chance

In my past life, he was the one who stepped in to prevent my body from being lost to the flames. He went the extra mile to confirm my DNA, and somehow, he managed to perform a miracle and save Scar Man Daniel.

Unknowingly, he had preserved every shred of evidence of my existence after death. Even though he didn't do these things for me, I still felt a deep sense of gratitude towards him.

But for now, my immediate concern was dealing with Claude.

As I hurried back to the school gates, I saw him leaning casually against his car, cigarette in hand.

Tall and strikingly handsome, he embodied every girl's dream of the quintessential elite lawyer.

In stark contrast to Max's unattainable aura, Claude seemed more down-to-earth, more akin to the everyday joys and sorrows visible to the common folk rather than Max's almost divine stature.

The moment our eyes met, I could see a mix of anger and anticipation in his gaze.

He had been waiting for me.

"Get in," he commanded, snuffing out his cigarette with his bare hand and tossing it into a nearby trash can before opening the car door for me.

"I've actually been tied up with school stuff these past few days. Claudy, couldn't you have found a better time to give Kate and me some space? You showing up now just to check if I'm at school seems a bit much, don't you think? I haven't been out causing trouble," I protested, making no move to get into the car.

wasn't about to just blindly follow his

car door shut, pausing for a moment before asking, "So, coming home late last night

he was here to check up on me, not because he genuinely wanted to

had gotten better at acting, and my response sounded convincingly

but ask, "Between me

around, I just wanted to hear him

before eventually replying, "Just focus on your own business. Stop bothering Kate." Obviously,

her you'd choose," I

of

that, he climbed into the driver's

as saying he chose Kate over

frustration before heading back to my

I had to pass through

earlier.

dim light

a

group of thugs smoking.

up, the memories of Scar Man from my past life