As Susan once again declared her feelings to Mark, I hid around the corner of the staircase, munching on snacks, and quietly asked Rebecca Hansen behind me, "So, who do you think will win this showdown between Susan and Mark?"
I was purely in it for the show.
How could I miss a drama like this that cost nothing to watch?
Rebecca didn't answer, but she did quietly shove another handful of snacks into my hands, murmuring, "It's still your man. Aren't you a bit too relaxed about this?"
Relaxed? Not really.
If Susan failed with Mark, I'd be thrilled.
If she succeeded, I'd sacrifice myself and play the role of the villain in their love story.
Since I was already here, there was no way I would be as foolish as in my previous life, waiting until the next day to endure it for the sake of the Collins family's reputation.
Naturally, I wouldn't be that naive. I trusted my own judgment.
So, I whispered again, "Let's bet two thousand dollars. I bet Mark won't take the bait."
Rebecca clearly wasn't in the mood for a wager, but that didn't stop me from betting with myself.
I decided that if Susan succeeded like she did in my previous life, I'd head to court the next day, hand over the title of Ms. Aniston to her without a word, and find a place to retire and spend the rest of my days.
If Mark could resist the temptation, I would begrudgingly make up for the grievances of the past life.
With that thought, I eagerly watched the scene unfolding in the hallway.
I had to admit, rumors aside, Mark was quite handsome.
Perhaps he inherited his mother's Rosian bloodline; his features were much more defined than those of most men back home.
In the warm glow of the lights, he looked like an otherworldly sprite that had just stepped into the realm of mortals.
Dressed in a sharp suit, he stood at a distance, his expression hidden from view.
All I could see were his eyes, fixed intently on Susan.
Susan, with a delighted smile, was murmuring heartfelt declarations as she slowly moved closer to him.
The gap between them was closing fast, and they were almost touching.
Rebecca, standing behind me, couldn't help but whisper, "Ms. Collins, you're about to lose."
Unperturbed, I turned back and made a calming gesture with my hand.
"Why worry? There's still a little distance left. They haven't kissed yet."
No sooner had I spoken than I heard a loud thud, followed by a scream that could wake the dead. "A ghost!"