After I was Murdered, I was Reborn to Take Revenge!

I witnessed the whole thing.

I saw Amira Harrington grab a baseball bat and, with two loud bangs, dent the car's body.

She looked satisfied with the result.

Thinking it wasn't enough, she hit the car a few more times.

After confirming the surveillance cameras had captured her damaging the car, she clapped her hands in triumph and left.

That night, she dreamed of the CEO coming to her with a marriage proposal, taking her to his vast mansion, throwing her onto his enormous bed, and making love to her, and that she lived a life of luxury as a wealthy young lady.

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The next day, the doorbell rang, waking her from her dream.

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But it wasn't the CEO waiting for her. It was the police with handcuffs.

At the police station, she arrogantly declared, "I smashed my future husband's car. What right do you have to arrest me?"

The police were taken aback, thinking it was a lover's spat involving a luxury car.

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They thought to themselves that rich people were so extravagant, smashing a Maybach like it was nothing.

Then the lawyer arrived, and everyone's attitude towards her changed.

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Although she appeared crazy, the lawyer didn't let her off.

She was sued!

When she called me, she was laughing so hard she could barely stand. She even said confidently, "I'm not afraid of his lawsuit. Just wait and see how I win him over."