Chapter 1

My intern, Tyler, used a deposit transfer function on me. No matter how much money I had in my account, the balance would always revert to fifty dollars.

In my last life, all I dreamed of was buying my own apartment near the office.

Until I finally saved up half a million dollars for a down payment.

When I swiped my card, the real estate agent told me I had insufficient funds.

I checked my transaction history, confronted the bank, reported it to the police, but everyone dismissed me as crazy.

Because my bank statements showed every single transaction clearly.

But these were expenses I, who lived frugally, had never made!

I told my colleagues about it, and to my surprise, after seeing my bank statements,

a few malicious male colleagues actually taunted me:

“Liam frequently spends thousands at a certain bar in the middle of the night! That price perfectly matches a full night with a model!”

Faced with such misunderstandings, no matter how much I explained, it was useless.

I anonymously posted about it online. Netizens all commented that I was making things up to grab attention for selling products;

only one comment advised me to observe my surroundings and see if anyone else’s spending matched my statements.

Through careful observation, I indeed discovered that Tyler, the new intern in our department, would cause a deduction from my card every time he made a purchase.

Even buying a drink would immediately show up.

After identifying my target, I confronted Tyler directly, only to be mocked. He said I was reckless with my money, and trying to blame others for my inability to save was delusional.

He even ganged up with company colleagues and had me committed to a mental institution.

After two years in the hospital, unable to endure the torment, I finally found an opportunity to escape and jumped into a river to commit suicide.

Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before I was going to buy the apartment.