A Beautiful Collapse

I almost laughed.

'So, you do know this could attract dangerous people,' I thought.

However, I was no longer the same person. The version of me who felt responsible for saving everyone else was gone.

I copied Janet's tone from my previous life and answered calmly, "If a guy is willing to spend that much money just for companionship, how could he possibly be a bad person? You're overthinking it."

In Janet's world, anyone with money was automatically a good person.

She choked on my response, her expression turning stiff.

"Why are you being so harsh? Are you jealous that I can make money this easily?"

I quickly shook my head. "Of course not. If you can make money, I'd be happy for you. Then, you can finally go luxury shopping with me."

I knew Janet had always envied me. My parents doted on me and gave me the best life they could afford. Growing up, I never had to worry about money.

In my previous life, I had felt sorry for her. She came from a run-down rural town, with an abusive father, a mother who clearly favored her sons, and a deadbeat younger brother.

Due to that, I treated her kindly. I often paid for her meals and even gave her some of my clothes.

However, in the end, she turned on me without hesitation and spat in my face.

"You're just lucky, that's all. Why do you get to carry designer bags and ride in luxury cars at such a young age?

"I know you look down on me. You were just throwing me scraps like I was some beggar. So now that you've ended up like this, you deserve it!"

The memory of her cruelty still burned.

So this time, I deliberately pressed the one thing that would get under her skin.

"Did you know? Luxury brands are raising prices again next month. If you don't buy now, you really won't be able to afford them later. You don't want to keep carrying fakes forever, do you?"

I pulled up a picture of a brand-new designer bag.

"However, it's fine if you don't buy it. Even if you did, you don't really have the kind of clothes to match a bag like this."

I let out a soft, fake sigh. "It's such a shame. You can't become an influencer with knockoffs. However, if you had real luxury items, you could build a socialite image online and maybe even catch the attention of Mr. Walker, the kind of rich, well-connected man influencers dream of."

Janet stared at me, my mocking expression reflected in her eyes.

I could see the resentment boiling inside her. She clenched her teeth, then immediately started picking out her best photos and posting them online.

It was not the thought of Janet going down that path that frightened me; it was the thought that she would not.

This time, to make sure she got exactly what she wanted, I quietly followed behind her and spent money to boost the post she had just uploaded, driving a massive wave of traffic to it.