It was getting cold.

My best friend, inspired by romance novels, smashed a powerful CEO's Maybach.

In the novels, the heroines marry the CEOs as a result.

But my best friend received a lawsuit.

To marry the CEO, she asked me to drug him.

I refused!

The CEO later married his fiancée, who was a good match in terms of social status.

My best friend thought it was my interference that ruined her happiness and ran me over with her car.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn!

My best friend became obsessed with romance novels and was deeply influenced by them.

She fantasized about being the heroine loved madly by the CEO, the one who could bankrupt business empires for her, while everyone else—rich, pretty young ladies and powerful businesswomen—were just supporting characters.

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Her "confidence" came from her deceased father, her weak mother, and her own foolishness.

Her background was straight out of a romance novel, and she believed CEOs would fight over her.

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In my previous life, she read a novel where the heroine accidentally damaged the CEO's Maybach and, unable to cover the several hundred thousand dollars in repair costs, had to agree to his marriage proposal.

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After marriage, the CEO fell for the heroine, who was active, kind, and pure. The two of them went through many trials and tribulations before eventually getting together.

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My friend, influenced by the novel, decided to replicate the heroine's actions and smashed a Maybach parked on the street.

Based on her extensive reading experience, she thought that once the CEO saw her, he would easily fall in love with her.

But contrary to her expectations, the CEO didn't fall for her.

Instead, he sued her.

It just so happened that the car she smashed belonged to my boss.

After being sued, she thought it was her chance.

She went straight to the CEO, started taking off her clothes, and said, "I don't have any money. I'll just give myself to you."

The CEO wasn't interested and threw her out.

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Unable to pay the debt, she became a defaulter.

She was not disheartened, though. She asked me about the CEO's preferences and requested that I drug him.

I was amused by her.

I was not crazy and would never do such illegal things.

Her scheme failed.

The CEO eventually married his childhood sweetheart.

Devastated by her shattered dream of marrying into a wealthy family, she blamed me for ruining her happiness and ran me over on my way to work.

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When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day when she had smashed the CEO's Maybach in anger.

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."