Chapter 2

Reborn, the first thing I did was open my banking app to check my balance.

Sure enough, only fifty bucks remained.

I quickly pieced together the situation. My money,

had already been transferred to Tyler’s account through some unknown means he possessed.

I wanted nothing more than to drag Tyler down with me, but in my previous life, after my death,

seeing my parents' hair turn white overnight, I regretted it.

If I acted impulsively like before, I would only repeat the same mistakes.

Just then, Ms. Miller, our department manager, called me over.

“Liam, this order might be a bit tricky, but the commission is five thousand dollars! Don’t say I didn’t look out for you, honey!”

My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, almost instinctively.

Five thousand dollars. Enough for a month's rent, with a good chunk left over.

But I still refused.

“Thanks, Ms. Miller. But for the next month, I don’t want to take any orders.”

Ignoring Ms. Miller’s stunned expression, I turned and walked out of the office.

Because of the poor soundproofing, the colleagues outside had already heard everything.

Immediately, discussions erupted.

"Liam's the company's sales champion! He used to fight for every order, but he just refused one today?"

"Not just today, didn't you hear him say he wouldn't take any for the next month?!"

Disregarding the gossip around me, I opened my food delivery app,

ordered the largest iced americano, and then deducted the last fifty dollars from my card.

You should know, in my previous life, I couldn't even bring myself to buy a dollar coffee from the vending machine.

To build a life for myself in this impossibly expensive city, I worked myself to the bone, sacrificing everything.

Every day, I'd stay up until two or three in the morning doing client follow-ups, wake up before dawn, and get packed like a sardine on the subway for two grueling hours, just to punch in on time.

One late clock-in meant a fifty-dollar deduction. That was nearly a week’s worth of food for me.

I dreamed of buying my own apartment near the office, even if it was just a small studio.

Every payday, I'd only keep three hundred dollars for living expenses.

The rest went straight into my bank account.

But I never imagined that the half a million dollars I desperately saved for a down payment would end up in someone else’s pocket!

Just then, the office door was flung open.

“Guys! Lunch is on me!”

Tyler’s boisterous voice instantly filled the room.

His face was flushed with excitement, a brand-new Swiss watch glinting on his wrist, looking like a lottery winner who’d just hit big.

“Let’s go to The Grand Hotel! Order whatever you want!”

The office erupted, and colleagues swarmed around him.

“Tyler, did you strike it rich?”

“Who’s your sugar daddy?”

I didn't move, just held my coffee, my eyes cold as I watched him.

Because I knew, he was spending *my* money.

Tyler, surrounded by the crowd, waved his hand, feigning modesty:

“Oh, you know, just bought a lottery ticket a couple of days ago, won a small prize.”

A nosy colleague immediately pressed him: “How much did you win?”