Maverick–never as capable as he thought, yet always so self–important.
Still, I have to thank his blind arrogance.
Otherwise, my plan for revenge wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.
I didn’t reply to Maverick’s messages.
Instead, I pulled out my SIM card and tossed it into a trash can on the street.
My life isn’t worth wasting even a single second more on someone like him.
Later, I saw news about the Clinton Group online.
When I learned that the Clinton Group had gone bankrupt, and Maverick was drowning in debt.
Larry–who’d barely survived his last health scare–passed away that very night, unable to take
the blow.
Maverick tried to make a comeback, but his lack of ability stopped him at every turn.
And Sophia, the woman who’d once sworn she’d never divorce Maverick, when she heard the Clinton family had fallen, she lost her mind completely.
She screamed for a divorce every day, cursing Maverick viciously.
Eventually, Maverick snapped, and they started fighting.
This time, there were no bodyguards to intervene…
Feeling satisfied, I closed the webpage.
For some reason, I suddenly thought back to the day I was reborn.
All the patience, the plotting, the moves I’d made over the past year played out in my mind,
scene by scene…
So, I opened my laptop again.
In Word, I typed the first line, “This is a true story of revenge.
“The story begins with a young woman jumping into the sea, choosing to pretend to be a simpleton…”
