After she finished speaking, she grabbed her bag and turned to leave.

The crowd dispersed, leaving a mess behind.

I dragged my injured body into the bathroom, the blood mixing with the cold water, instantly soaking me through.

But my heart was even colder.

Stepping out, I saw the cake by the door, smashed and broken from being kicked. I didn't care. I picked it up and started eating.

I ate and cried until I threw up, squatting on the ground, stomach acid flowing freely.

After this frenzy of self-abuse, I felt a little better.

Today was indeed an accident.

Usually, I was busy delivering food at night to make money, and I never came home.

The delivery fees were highest at night, and I owed a lot of money and was desperate to pay it off, so I often didn't come home.

If I get exhausted, I just find a place to rest for a bit, then get up and continue taking orders.

If it hadn't been for trying to make Meryl's birthday memorable, rushing to complete my deliveries, and spending a week's food budget on a cake to surprise her at home early,

I might never have discovered that Mia and Meryl were the same person.

I had suspected that Mia and Meryl looked too similar.

It wasn't until I accidentally saw a small mole on Meryl's neck that I dismissed my doubts, not realizing Mia had deliberately tattooed it.

It was all just a game for the wealthy young lady.

I went to the hospital with a swollen, bruised face for treatment.

When settling the bill, I ran into that doctor again.

The doctor sighed and kindly advised, "You still have a chance to get treated, but if you delay further, no one can say for sure."

I gave a bitter smile.

What chance did I have?

Those two million were my lifeline!

Yet Mia carelessly threw it away to someone else.

Now needy, I don't even know how I'll manage tomorrow's meal, let alone how to survive into the future.

"No more chances."

The doctor shook his head in sympathy, no longer trying to persuade me.

I bid farewell to the doctor and headed to the base of my company's building.

Looking up at the glittering skyscraper, the words "Thompson Group" emblazoned across it.

Back then, I was foolish not to question why a Fortune 500 company would extend an offer to a mere ordinary graduate like me.

It seems the moment I stepped into the group, I had fallen into Mia's trap.

I entered my supervisor, Nolan Dawson's office, with my resignation letter, slammed it on his desk, and said coldly, "I'm resigning!"

Nolan put on his glasses, not at all surprised, and smiled at me. "That's not up to me, you need to see Ms. Thompson."

His eyes held a mocking glint as he appraised me. "You've come a long way, huh? Found a rich patron and don't want to be a worker anymore?"

My face turned red with anger.

So, this old fox knew the whole story!

It turned out I was the only one in the dark.

"Where is Mia!" I demanded, face flushed with rage.

Sensing something amiss, Nolan hesitated and said, "Ms. Thompson is in a meeting right now. I suggest you wait..."

I grabbed the resignation letter, didn't even let him finish, and stormed to the conference room, kicked the door open, and yelled, "Mia, have you no shame!"

I marched to the desk and slammed my resignation letter down on Mia's table.

The office management looked on in shock.

Sensing the eerie mood, everyone silently bowed their heads.

Mia glanced at me coldly, closed her project plan, and said, "That's enough. If you have any issues, see me privately."

Everyone sighed in relief and hurriedly left.

She took off her glasses and toyed with them, her gaze mocking. "What have you decided about what I said the other day?"

"I will never apologize to you! Get that idea out of your head!"

Her smile faded to an icy demeanor. "Resigning? Sure can.

"But remember, you're broke, and the company provides the place where you live.

"Oh, and you signed an agreement. The company trained you for so long that you can't just walk away without compensating."

Mia's determined look was crushing.

I was on the verge of tears.

Her intentions were too malicious, calculating every step to trap me.

Now, I was entirely at her mercy, subject to her whims.

But I couldn't refuse.

"Mia, good job!"

I gritted my teeth and spat out the words, tearing up the resignation letter and throwing it in her face.

Mia's expression changed as she stared at me intently, and with a cold laugh, she said, "So you agree then."

Furious, I stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

Mia's voice came from behind. "Join me at the party tonight. Of course, if you don't go, it'll come out of your next month's salary!"

This woman was crazy!

She knew I was desperately in need of money, and she gave me no choice!

Later, she and her stylist barged in, card in hand, forcibly dressing me up and styling me.

That evening, I attended the event as Mia's companion. She greeted business partners cheerily, arm in arm with me.

Whispers filled my ears.

"Isn't that Ms. Thompson?"

"Is this her new boy toy?"