After Becoming Mortal Enemies

“Here’s 20,000 dollars...”

In an elegant and luxurious café, a middle-aged woman dressed in expensive, refined clothing slowly pushed a Black Card toward me.

“You want me to leave your son?” I raised an eyebrow, a strange excitement creeping into my voice.

This scene was so familiar – I’d read it countless times in those cheesy romance novels back in high school.

But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine it would actually happen to me one day.

Wait a second, wasn’t 20,000 dollars a bit too low? It didn’t really fit the image of a rich, domineering mother.

But hold on, I was single! I didn’t even know anyone rich.

Clearly, this woman had mistaken me for someone else.

Trying to hide the greed in my eyes, I asked, “Ma’am, are you sure you have the right person?”

The woman looked at me with disdain. “I’m offering you money to ruin my son’s engagement party with his girlfriend.”

It felt like a slap to the face, waking me up from a dream. “Huh? Why me?”

Could it be that I had some unique qualities, a rare beauty that made me her ideal choice?

The woman glanced at me indifferently. “Don’t ask why or how I know you.”

Rich people, they really did things so decisively. I liked it.

“So, what exactly do you want me to do?” I asked.

Could it be that she disapproved of her son’s current girlfriend but somehow saw something in me?

She quickly crushed that fantasy. “Just follow my instructions when the time comes.”

Okay, got it.

I then asked tentatively, “Who’s your son, anyway?”

Her response hit me like a bolt of lightning. “Chase Foster.”

I froze in shock, feeling my courage drain away. “Ma’am, I don’t think I’m the right person for this. You should find someone else.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed. “60,000 dollars.”

“Deal.”

Thinking about the new apartment complex in that prime location, I gritted my teeth and agreed to the deal.

I could almost see myself a few months from now, sitting on a spacious balcony, sipping coffee, and enjoying the city’s nighttime skyline.

As I walked out of the café, I was still in a daze.

I wandered back to the office, only to run into Chase Foster, who was there to request leave.

Feeling guilty, I tried to avoid him, but he cornered me in an empty meeting room.

I looked at him with dread.

Sure enough, he sneered and said slowly, “Windy, you’re kind of shady, aren’t you? Didn’t think you were that type of person.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “You saw it, huh?”

Of course, he had seen that post on my social media.

Even if he didn’t, the whole company must have been talking about it by now.

Awkwardly, I tried to apologize, “Don’t take it personally, I wasn’t talking about you.”

Chase gave me a look like I was an idiot. “I didn’t take it personally.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been worrying all day, and it turned out he didn’t even care.

But then, why was he so upset?

Chase leaned in closer, his handsome face almost touching mine, his gaze intense, but I couldn’t read his mood. “Windy, did you know how I managed to secure our clients in the beginning? And here you are, swooping in and taking over.”

Guilt started to creep in. Admittedly, taking clients like that wasn’t the nicest thing I had done.

Just as I was about to apologize, he continued, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Why are you so bitter? You tried to pursue me. I turned you down, and now you’re out for revenge, is that it?”

I wasn’t angry at first, but hearing him bring this up made my blood boil. If he wanted a fight, so be it. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m taking back every bit of pride I lost when I was chasing after you.”

I glared at him and added boldly, “You can call me Windy the Strategist.”

Let him chew on that.

Yes, it was true – I used to be Chase’s lovesick puppy.

I was a sucker for a pretty face, and unfortunately, he had one.

When he first joined our company, I was instantly captivated by his looks and swore I’d win him over.

So, I made sure there was a carefully prepared breakfast on his desk every morning and ordered his favorite afternoon tea.

Whenever he encountered difficulties at work, I was there to offer support. If he got sick, I’d show up with medicine.

I was moved by my own efforts, but it never seemed to touch him at all.

Each time, he either told me to stop wasting my time or gave me a cold stare and said, “Can’t you show some restraint?”

After half a year of such efforts, one day, I just stopped chasing him. I decided to go back to being my normal self.