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?"

cold glare and mocked, "The paparazzi caught you carrying her last time, and this time, you got into a fight for her sake. What's next?

as he massaged his temples

first place? And now, you're being paranoid and suspicious. What do you want exactly? Even if you don't trust me, can't you at least

My blind trust in Elsa was why I ended up in such a miserable state in

majored in interior design, and her qualifications

her. She was the frail sister I had grown up with, after

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 stop her from vying for

jealousy toward me. She hated that as daughters of the same family, I owned 10% of Brown

I had an outstanding fiancé like Jeremiah. She believed she was regarded as

of these thoughts when we were trapped in a raging fire in my past life. She confessed everything to me word

feeling utterly absurd. How could someone I treated as family harbor

attended grand events, and mingled with the elite. I had always regarded