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I truly must be crazy.
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If it weren’t for the events of my past life, I wouldn’t easily annul the engagement with Marcus
Grant.
Since childhood, I was taught to prioritize the family, having enjoyed its resources, I must
contribute to it.
If I must marry, then familiarity is always better than strangeness.
The Harper Family’s century–old legacy, if it is to progress further, must collaborate with
others.
And Marcus Grant was a very suitable choice.
There are many outstanding people in this generation of the Grant family, and with Marcus’s father passing early, he is the most manageable among them.
Supporting Marcus would surely maximize the benefits.
Therefore, in my past life, when Marcus rose to power and proposed collaborating with the Harper Corporation on a major project, my father did not hesitate to invest a large amount of the company’s liquid funds.
But Marcus caught us off–guard.
Indeed, collaborating with a fool and not failing is impossible.
“Emily, what did that scumbag Marcus say?” my friend asked over the video call.
In the past, Marcus and I often chatted, always had endless things to talk about.
This time there were only four big words:
“Know when to stop.”
I tugged at the corner of my mouth.
“Emily!” My friend was anxious, “Emily, what did Marcus say? You mustn’t forgive him easily…”
I interrupted her: “I’ll talk to you later, I have urgent matters to attend to.”
I picked out a gift box with a particularly unique packaging from the pile, inside was a jade
necklace from an auction six months ago.
I picked up the necklace, stood up, and put on my coat.
“Emily, what’s the matter with you? It’s late, are you going out?”
“Mom, I have something to do, I’ll be back soon.”
I closed the door, turned around, and headed to my car.
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The me of these days is of course no longer the me from days
ago.
The Emily Harper who still held hope for Marcus Grant days ago is dead.
What remains is the Emily Harper who is solely focused on revenge.
