I decided that if Susan succeeded like she did in my previous life, I'd head to court the next day, hand over the title of Ms. Aniston to her without a word, and find a place to retire and spend the rest of my days.
If Mark could resist the temptation, I would begrudgingly make up for the grievances of the past life.
With that thought, I eagerly watched the scene unfolding in the hallway.
I had to admit, rumors aside, Mark was quite handsome.
Perhaps he inherited his mother's Rosian bloodline; his features were much more defined than those of most men back home.
In the warm glow of the lights, he looked like an otherworldly sprite that had just stepped into the realm of mortals.
Dressed in a sharp suit, he stood at a distance, his expression hidden from view.
All I could see were his eyes, fixed intently on Susan.
Susan, with a delighted smile, was murmuring heartfelt declarations as she slowly moved closer to him.
The gap between them was closing fast, and they were almost touching.
Rebecca, standing behind me, couldn't help but whisper, "Ms. Collins, you're about to lose."
Unperturbed, I turned back and made a calming gesture with my hand.