Reborn Back to Three Years Ago: Her Brother and Fiancé Regret Choosing the Scheming Girl

"Three years later, nothing's changed, huh?

"Linda Turner, will you ever stop?"

I frowned slightly at Nelson's accusation.

"What do you mean?"

My former fiancé, who once promised to love me forever, now looked at me with nothing but disgust.

"Everyone in Brookshire knows that Trada Corp plans to partner with Anne. If you're not here to steal her project, why would you suddenly fly back from abroad?"

Trada Corp wants to partner with Anne Miller?

How did I not know about this?

My eyes widened with surprise, but Nelson mistook it for guilt at having my true intentions exposed.

His disgust now mixed with contempt.

"Do you still think you can push Anne around because you're a Turner?

"Trada Corp isn't like the small businesses in Brookshire. They don't care about your family name. If you don't want to make a fool of yourself, you'd better leave."

I pulled out my invitation and waved it in front of him.

"Sorry, but I was invited to the bidding conference. You can't make me leave."

"You'd better not—"

Nelson was about to threaten me when he noticed the reporters whispering nearby. A look of realization crossed his face, followed by a sneer.

"Linda, I've told you—our engagement is over. Please stop being obsessed with me. Whatever happens between Anne and me, there's no future for us."

"You've got it all wrong. I'm only here for the bidding. I'm already married, and I couldn't care less who you end up with."

I spoke clearly—explaining to Nelson wasn't my main concern; I wanted the reporters to hear the truth.

The reporters fell silent, but Nelson just laughed.

"Linda, is this some kind of game? You think pretending to be married will make me jealous? Playing hard to get won't work. I don't care if you're married or not."

"I know."

I nodded and stepped into the elevator that had just arrived.

As long as the reporters didn't spin tales, I didn't care whether Nelson believed me.

As I pressed the close button, Nelson stepped in too.

The elevator doors shut, leaving just the two of us in the small space.

With a dark look, Nelson asked, "What will it take for you to leave?"

I gave him a slight smile. "You don't trust Anne’s ability very much, do you?"

"How could you ever compare to Anne?" he smirked. "After Anne signs with Trada Corp, I'm proposing to her right there. I don't want you around to give her the wrong idea."

My response was simple and cold.

"Congratulations."

"Can't you just stop? I know you're jealous, but you can't force love. This isn't good for either of us."

His voice was tired but condescending. "Look, if you leave now, I'll personally give you two projects from Peterson Corp."

I shook my head calmly. "No thanks."

His tone turned nasty. "I'm only trying to protect Anne's feelings. Back off while you still can, or you'll end up with nothing."

After that, I ignored everything else Nelson said.

By the time the elevator doors opened, his face was red with anger.

He stormed out and said one last thing to Ben Turner, who was waiting by the door, before marching off in his expensive shoes.

"Control your sister before she causes trouble."

I looked at my biological brother and silently cursed my bad luck.

I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm as I stepped out of the elevator.

Ben pulled me to a quiet corner and glared at me. "What are you doing here?"

I answered flatly, "Bidding."

"This is ridiculous. Go home now," Ben scolded. "Are you trying to repeat what happened three years ago and steal Anne's project again?"