Chapter 7 I realized right away that what I said made Mike misunderstand, so I quickly waved my hands. "No, no, that's not what I meant. I was just explaining why there was a conflict." He suddenly asked while staring right at me, "Have you ever thought about doing that kind of thing with me?" "Of course not," I answered immediately. "I told you, all I want is to rely on you and live a worry-free life." "That's it?" I nodded firmly. He didn't say another word. He just stormed out and slammed the door behind him. I had no idea what I said that upset him. And honestly, I didn't want to know. All I wanted was to carry out my own plan. The next day, Mike didn't take me with him to the company. Instead, he told me to head to the branch office on my own. So I threw myself into running the branch. My goal was to make about two million dollars and then leave. Day after day, I chased projects, negotiated deals, and brought in big profits for the company. Samantha told me I could just take my cut from what I earned. I was riding high on success when Tilda finally got out of the basement. That day, I had just come home from work. She looked thinner, but she still had her makeup done and wore a fancy dress. Clinging to Phil's arm, she walked toward me step by step. "I already asked Mom, and she agreed to let me learn the company business from you. I can help take some of the pressure off your shoulders." But in Phil's mind, he was already saying, [Soon, I'll make sure you and Mike are both dead.] My heart sank. In my last life, Mike's death had come out of nowhere. So it was him all along. And this time, he wanted both Mike and me gone. I fought to keep my expression steady as I looked at Tilda. "Alright. You can start tomorrow." I said that on purpose, just to see what she was plotting. 1/3 own.] So her time in the basement hadn't made her crazy-she was more clear-headed than ever. But what she didn't know was that I could hear her thoughts. How could she possibly kill me now? In my last life, Mike had died from poisoning. I suddenly remembered seeing a cabinet full of colorful vials in Phil's basement back then. He used to test them on me- sometimes I'd black out, and sometimes I'd feel an unnatural rush. Looking back now, those were his experiments in making poison. This time, I brought Tilda into the company and had her start as an intern. She'd learned to hide her emotions now. No matter what I told her to do, she agreed without hesitation. But I knew why she was acting this way-she was secretly planning a murder. Phil wanted Mike and me dead, while she wanted me, Mike, and Phil dead. And honestly, the fact that she was out to kill Phil gave me the perfect leverage. It didn't take me long to put my plan in motion. I went to find Phil behind Mike's back. I knew him well-he liked obedient women. That was the only reason I had been able to stay close to him in the past. So I dressed provocatively and looked straight at him. "Phil, you're the one I want." His eyes lit up with interest. "Aren't you afraid my brother will kill you?" "I've always wanted to be with you," I said, biting my lip and pretending to be shy. "And I have to tell you something else. Tilda's planning to poison you. Yesterday at the office, I overheard her talking to a man about it." Phil's face darkened instantly, his expression burning with rage. "Is that true?" "Of course it is. She said you've been hitting her, so she wants to get rid of you. She also said she's ready to climb her way to the top." Thank God I still had my memories from before. With them, I could play them all like pieces on a board. 2/3 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!