Ah!

I came to my senses and I was lost in a state of extreme panic. The clear pain before death was so real.

Wait... This, this was my room?!

I quickly grabbed my phone. September 20, 2021.

And there was a message from Molly, [Chloe, don't forget the birthday party tonight. I'm waiting for you.]

At the same time, the same message content. Could this be not a dream, but... Was I trapped in a time loop?

I really didn't expect something so unbelievable to happen to me.

But now, what I was facing was how to break out of this time loop.

Based on the experience of dying in the previous two "dreams", I roughly guessed that once I die, I would wake up again from the bed. This meant that as long as I didn't die today, and could survive past 12 o'clock, I could go to the 21st. Otherwise, I would be forever trapped on the 20th.

But who the hell was the person who killed me?

I was low-key, without a wealthy family or a deep-seated grudge.

If I were to talk about new enemies, it would only be David and his female boss because I found out about their affair. They didn't want me to report them, so killing me to silence me was indeed the best solution.

I walked to the window and lifted the curtain to look down. I saw David waiting downstairs, smoking and pacing back and forth. It was clear how agitated he was.

I took out my phone and called David. "David, I will be on a business trip in New York for the next few days and won't be able to come back temporarily. I won't blame you for what happened last night. Let's break up on good terms. Don't worry, I won't go to your superiors to report your affair with your female boss."

There was silence on David's end for a moment, and then he said, "Okay, thank you."

David and I had been together for so many years, so he must know my character. I definitely wouldn't go back on what I said.

With my assurance, David shouldn't have any intention to kill me anymore.

I waited until David left before I went out.

With the previous lesson, I didn't dare to continue taking the bus. I hailed a taxi to the company.

As soon as I arrived at the company, I was told that Ms. Evans wanted to see me in her office.

Diana Evans smiled and asked me, "Chloe, I heard from other colleagues just now that today is your birthday, right?"

"Yes, Ms. Evans. My friends will celebrate my birthday for me tonight."

Although Diana was the director, she was usually kind and caring to everyone in the company, treating them like her younger sister. She had taken care of me a lot as well.

Diana smiled and handed me a document, "Well, I happen to have a birthday gift for you. I'm sure you'll like it. Take a look."

I read the document and it turned out that the head office was going to send me to participate in this year's Original Designer Competition. I was overjoyed, "Ms. Evans, did the head office really choose me?"

This happiness came too suddenly.

"Chloe, I have full confidence in you. Prepare yourself well. I hope you can submit a satisfactory answer for the company. I'm looking forward to the surprise you will give us..."

"Yes, yes, Ms. Evans. Don't worry, I will do my best."

Until noon, I was still immersed in the joy of being able to go to the Original Designer Competition.

"Hey, Chloe, what are you thinking about? You're so absorbed. I called you several times and you didn't respond. Did someone steal your soul?"

I looked up and saw that it was Freya Lopez, my classmate. After graduating from university, we both applied for this company and were both hired.

Freya leaned in closer and whispered, "Did you get a response about the Original Designer Competition that you applied for?"

When Freya mentioned this, my excitement grew even stronger. "Freya, do you know? I got selected! I was chosen!"

"Really? Are you really selected?"

"Of course! Look, this is the confirmation document. The boss and other managers have all stamped it. It's official."

Freya hugged my head and gave me a hard kiss. "I know my Chloe is the best. But don't get too happy too soon. If you don't bring back a championship for me, see how I and Molly will deal with you."

"I know, I know. You cruel women."

"Come on. You're so happy that you forgot to eat, right? Let's go. Today's lunch is your treat. I will eat something extremely expensive."

Among the many designers in the company, I was the only one who was chosen to go to this year's Original Designer Competition. It was indeed a matter of congratulations, and indeed worthy of a treat.

Freya was just telling a joke. We casually ate at the restaurant downstairs at noon and then returned to the company.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Freya suddenly rushed over and pulled me aside anxiously, asking, "Chloe, the news of your participation in the Designer Competition has been announced throughout the company. I heard that Jane is not in a good mood after knowing it, and even went to Ms. Evans's office to make a scene, saying that you are just a new designer and not qualified to participate."

"What? When did this happen? Why didn't I know?"

"You are now the public enemy of the whole company. Who would tell you about this? You know, in previous years, it was always Jane who participated in the competition. But this year, you are chosen and Jane would definitely want to make a scene. But you don't have to worry too much. Ms. Evans has already approved you. Even if Jane causes trouble, she won't be able to make a scene."

"I understand. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Although I said that, I still felt a bit unhappy. The team leader Jane did represent the company in the competition in the past few years. However, her best result was not even in the top twelve.

The head office openly selected designers in the company this time to break this curse and hoped that capable and talented designers could achieve good results in the competition.

Jane looked down on me as a new designer, right?

Then I would win a prize to make her shut up.

Near the end of the day, Jane's assistant, Melody, led me to my office cubicle and coldly said to me, "Chloe, Jane wants to see you on the rooftop!"

After saying that, she left before I could respond.

Her tone and her back made me feel like I killed her father.

I knew that Jane wanted to meet me on the rooftop this time because of the competition. Even though her position in the company was higher than mine, the headquarters selected me to participate in the competition, so I wasn't afraid of her.

She took the initiative to invite me for a talk, which was a good thing for both of us, lest she secretly give me trips in the future!

Thinking like this, I resolutely went to the appointment.

The whole rooftop was quiet. I just walked up and saw Jane standing at the fence with her back to me.

I walked over and stood behind her, "Jane, didn't you want to talk to me? I'm here."

After waiting for a while, Jane didn't say anything, just stood there motionless. I became a little impatient, "Jane, you called me here. Why aren't you speaking now?"

Jane still didn't respond to me.

I got anxious, "Jane...!"

My hand had only just tapped her shoulder when she fell down. I was shocked, "Jane, Jane...!"

I went to support her, only to find out that this was not Jane, but a stand, just wearing Jane's clothes and a wig to make me think she was Jane.

I immediately sensed that something was wrong!

Yes, someone wanted to kill me.

Who was it?