Starting Over, I Tear Apart the Fake and Poisonous Best Friend

As soon as I pushed open the door to the dorm, Maeve rushed toward me like a bullet.

“Holly, you were joking on the phone earlier, right? You hit the jackpot, didn’t you? 10 million dollars, right?!”

“I checked the winning numbers, and it’s your birthday – you always play that set!

“That’s 10 million dollars! I’ve never seen that kind of money before. But listen, you absolutely can’t tell your dad about this. He’s got a new family now, and a son! If he finds out you won, they’ll bleed you dry like a cash cow!

“And what if they get wind of it and try to track your bank account? How about you just keep the money with me? There’s no way they’d trace it back that way.”

Her words mirrored exactly what she said in my previous life. Every sentence sounded like she had my best interests at heart.

But this time, I wasn’t as naive as before.

I pretended to joke, “But my dad is still my dad. If you’re eyeing my money too, I’d be left with nothing!”

I didn’t miss the fleeting stiffness in her expression, so I continued, “Besides, I already transferred all the money to him.”

At this, Maeve exploded.

“Holly, are you out of your mind? You gave the money to your dad?! Haven’t you heard? Stepmoms bring stepdads, and they’ll just spend your money on your brother! You’ll end up with nothing! I’ve never met anyone as stupid as you! What’s wrong with you?”