Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 2 The First Person They'll Save Jeremiah's words made me laugh. If Elsa did have an appendicitis attack, how could she recover so shortly and be drinking at a bar?

But no matter how absurd her excuses were, Jeremiah would believe anything she said.

I started remembering my past life.

One time after I made her madd, Elsa claimed to have chest pain and difficulty breathing. Jeremiah then locked me in the house and placed me under 24-hour surveillance, even forbidding me from attending my father's birthday.

As memories of my past life flooded my mind, I clenched my teeth in hatred. Jeremiah had blatantly worn away the love I once had for him.

But at the thought of his power... I had to admit that the current me was no match for him, and there was also Jack making things worse.

I clenched my fist and vowed to stay away from Jeremiah in this life. I had to protect my parents and myself at all costs.

Yet I couldn't suppress my surging anger and shot back at him, "Are you saying there was no one around you who could've helped? Did it have to be you?"

time, and this time, you got into a fight for her sake. What's next? Are they going to catch

as he massaged his temples in

but weren't you the one who told me to take care of Elsa in the first place? And now, you're being paranoid and suspicious. What

was why I ended up in such a miserable state

qualifications matched Cornell Group, a company

wanted to help her. She was the frail sister I

job as a designer at Cornell Group through Jeremiah's connections. But instead of being grateful, she resented me and believed I was keeping her out of Brown Group on purpose just to

truth, she had long harbored jealousy toward me. She hated that as daughters of the same family, I owned

had an outstanding fiancé like Jeremiah. She believed she was regarded as a maid despite being my sister, forced to

when we were trapped in a raging fire

could someone I treated as family harbor such twisted thoughts? What maid

grand events, and mingled with the elite. I had always regarded her as my sister. Decisions about family shares and the company were my parents' decision