Revenge: Honey, That's Not A TrapPART 1
The new female architectural designer was beautiful but seemed somewhat naive.
While preparing for the showroom, she ignored safety norms, entering the construction site in a tight skirt and high heels.
In her pursuit of aesthetics, she proposed using lightweight hydrogen balloons instead of environmentally friendly materials.
As a result, the hydrogen balloons exploded, causing the hall collapse and numerous casualties.
I tried to assist the trapped individuals but sustained severe injuries, abruptly ending my career.
After the accident, she and other colleagues deflected blame onto me.
In an innocent tone, she said, "I'm just a young girl who doesn't know what's happening. How can I compare with Lucia? I'm sure she'll handle this properly."
This fiasco not only tarnished my reputation but also inflicted immense mental stress on my family due to online harassment.
Even worse, to shut me up, she incited the victims' families to drive a car and kill me.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the exhibition.
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A loud boom erupted unexpectedly, leaving me no time to react.
I searched for a safe exit from my memories, only to find Esther frantically blocking the door with random objects and damaging the emergency button with her high heels.
"Esther, what are you doing?" I demanded.
"Lucia, I was so stupid. I forgot to check the safety facilities. Please don't tell anyone. We can claim they were sabotaged," she pleaded.
My anger surged.
No wonder Esther was able to remain unharmed in her previous life.
She intentionally blocked the safe passage and destroyed the emergency buttons to create a false narrative before fleeing alone.
I glanced at my watch. Less than ten minutes were remaining before the building would collapse.
Time was urgent and I didn't have time to argue with Esther. I quickly told everyone to escape.
"Are you trying to get me killed? If anyone finds out, I'll go to jail." Esther protested, still attempting to block the exit.
But my shouts caught the crowd's attention.
She shot me a furious glare and fled.
Standing at the entrance of the safe passage, I urged, "Please don't crowd or block the doorway."
As I watched the exhibition hall empty, I noticed an elderly with gray hair moving against the flow toward the fire.
I shouted, "Come out quickly. There's no time."
Only a minute remained before the collapse.