Before selling me off to a scam syndicate, he didn't forget to assault me one last time, smirking as he zipped up his pants.
"Your stepfather paid me to elope with you, and now he's paid me again. Susan, you really are my lucky charm."
The same face was now right in front of me again.
"I've opened an internet café. Why don't you drop by? No charge for you," Tobias said.
I accepted the internet cafe flyer with a meaningful smile.
In my previous life, it was Emma who introduced me to Tobias.
She told me that since the internet café was far from home, she could help cover for me.
Throughout our relationship, she constantly encouraged me, brainwashing me into thinking it was true love.
In the end, when I ran away with that yellow-haired boy, she and my stepfather shared half the credit.
After returning home, I left the flyer on my desk where it would be easily seen.
Emma came into my room to borrow a book, and her eyes immediately fell on it.
"Susan, why are you going to an internet café? Aren't you preparing for the pilot exams?"
"I just said that to appease my mom. Did you really believe me?"
Emma said nothing, but she seemed relieved.
I began organizing the makeup on my desk.
In truth, I had stopped using it long ago. I had deliberately taken it out today.
Sure enough, Emma couldn't take her eyes off it.
"These are all from high-end brands at the department store. Do you have that much pocket money?"
"I've thrown out quite a bit. Do you like them? You can have them."
When I offered her the expensive makeup, Emma's eyes lit up.
She even forgot about borrowing the book and took another glance at the internet café flyer before leaving.
I deliberately doodled a heart on the flyer with a lipstick.
"This is the internet café run by Tobias. He's so handsome and kind—he's my dream guy, and I'm going to win his heart."
Emma didn't say much, just gave a perfunctory smile.
But I could see the change in her eyes.
Once she started realizing that everything I had was better, it would awaken her twisted greed.
Whether it was an object or a person.
A few days later.
My stepfather found the internet café flyer in my room, with the heart I had drawn on it.
Coupled with my deliberate avoidance of his calls, he immediately ran to my mom to complain.
"Susan might have gone to the internet café! Didn't she say she was going to buckle down and prepare for the final interview?"