Chapter 3
The outcome of my past life seemed to be clear as day.
“My sister bought a lottery ticket but kept it from me, even lying and saying she didn’t get one. Mom, what should we do?”
Dylan looked at me provocatively.
My dad slammed his fork down. “Hurry up and hand over the ticket! You’re not going to win anyway. What’s the harm in letting Dylan play with it?”
Dylan chuckled. “What if my sister wins the grand prize and decides she’s too good for our family?”
My mom stood up immediately and shoved me into my room. She searched every corner of the place, even checking the lining of my underwear.
“Zoey, where is it? Hand it over now!” my mom yelled angrily, pointing at me.
I felt my eyes water as I looked at them, feeling wronged. “I told you,
I didn’t buy a lottery ticket. But none of you believe me!
“I only bought that one ticket. The only one Dylan took.”
Dylan frowned and looked at me, suspicious.
After all, he had just rushed over after his rebirth and hadn’t seen whether I went into the lottery shop or not.
Once the door to my room was closed, I quickly pulled the ticket
Chapter 3
Before they left, they locked me in my room, ignoring my cries and struggles.
“Zoey, you really are the chosen one. You casually bought a ticket worth 100 million.
“But this time, just watch as we take home the 100 million! You’ll regret it. You’ll suffer!”
I watched as my family left, the pain on my face fading away.
Instead, a smile began to form because the real show was about to
start…
2/2
I quickly packed my bags and documents, then rented a place outside to focus on studying.
On the way, Dylan called me on a video call.
When the call connected, Dylan’s arrogant face appeared on the
screen.
you still
He lowered his voice and said, “Zoey, you’ve been reborn too, right? How does it feel? Too bad, even if you have another life, can’t beat me. You’ll still have to watch me take home that 100
million.
“Don’t even think about calling the cops. It won’t help. We’re family, and your money is ours. The police won’t be able to do anything.
“Feeling hopeless? If you really are, just jump out of the window. Maybe you’ll get to the ticket before we do.”
My family strutted off to the lottery center, proud as peacocks.
