Natalie never got over that. Even on her deathbed, she believed her failure was simply bad luck—that she had missed out on snagging a rich heir. She blamed me for everything.
She never noticed that the light in that other girl's eyes had been extinguished long ago. That girl wore high-collared clothes year-round to hide the scars, and her obedience was less like a wife and more like a beaten dog.
I just chuckled and pushed the thought of Natalie Fox from my mind.
Half a year later, my project exploded.
My capital tripled. I moved into a spacious penthouse. The investors were thrilled, injecting another twenty million into my fund.
Just as my future was reaching its zenith, Natalie called.
Her voice trembled with manic excitement.
"I'm about to be famous!"
"If you weren't so useless, only able to give me a measly five million, I wouldn't have been stuck as the third female lead before! But this time? I'm the star. The spotlight will chase me, the buzz will launch me into the sky. I'll be so famous you'll need a telescope just to look up at me!"
She ranted in a single, breathless stream.
I pretended I hadn't heard a word.
Quietly, I opened my phone and refreshed the trending search page.