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After my death, she got what she wanted. Wyatt became her boyfriend.
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Seeking excitement, they even indulged in their passion right in my old room beneath my memorial photo.
The tragic memories of my past life flashed before my eyes. My jaw clenched, every cell in my body boiling with rage. I dug my fingertips deep into my palm, the sharp pain pulling me back to reality.
“Darling, what’s wrong? Come try this perfume.”
Hazel blinked her big, innocent eyes, looking as harmless as ever. But beneath that facade lay a heart as venomous as a
snake’s.
When I didn’t reach out to take it, she carefully extended the porcelain bottle toward me.
I immediately sprang from my seat, pointing to the slightly cluttered desk with caution.
“Just put it there.”
A flicker of frustration flashed across Hazel’s face before she
quickly masked it, pressing me again.
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“This was made by the florist–back home. You won’t find it anywhere, no matter how much you’re willing to pay! I spent half my month’s salary just to get this for you.
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“Come on, it’s just perfume, not some venomous snake. What’s there to be afraid of?”
I glanced at the gloves she was wearing. If my guess was right, the perfume wasn’t just toxic in scent. Touching the bottle itself might be dangerous.
Seeing my reluctance, Hazel suddenly bit her lip hard, her eyes welling up with tears that streamed down her face.
“Charlotte, I know I come from a poor family, and this isn’t some fancy brand. It’s normal if you don’t like it… but I just wanted to show my appreciation…”
I once saw her as a friend, yet she wanted me dead!
Now she was trying to guilt–trip me, thinking she could manipulate me so easily? What a joke!
Suppressing my anger, I let out a cold laugh. “Hazel, that’s really hurtful.
“I stayed late to finish your unfinished work, unpaid. I helped you, yet instead of appreciating it, you think I’m looking down on you? That’s truly disappointing.
“If I really looked down on you, why would I go out of my way to help?
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“Just because I didn’t take the perfume, you assume I think less of you? That’s completely unreasonable!”
My voice trembled slightly as I spoke, drawing the attention of our colleagues.
Everyone here knew how much I had helped Hazel in the past. Hearing this, they immediately chimed in.
“Hazel, hasn’t Charlotte done enough for you? And now you’re saying she treats you badly?”
“I remember plenty of times when you just walked out while Charlotte stayed behind, working late into the night. What have you ever done for her?”
“Didn’t Charlotte cover your meals when payroll was delayed last month? I don’t recall you ever treating her back. And now you’re playing the victim?”
“By the way, what brand is this perfume? Why is it in a porcelain bottle? And why are you wearing disposable gloves? Don’t tell me it’s poisonous.”
Most of our coworkers didn’t have a good impression of Hazel. While speaking up for me, they were also venting their long–held frustration.
Hazel had always loved playing the pity card. Whenever
someone refused her request, she would turn around and cry to the others, acting like she was being bullied just because she was
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poor, implying that people should naturally cater to her.
But after a while, everyone saw through her act and stopped entertaining her.
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Her expression darkened as she stared at the perfume bottle on my desk.
Then, showing a stiff smile, she gave a slight bow.
“Sorry, Charlotte, I spoke without thinking. I’ll just leave it here. Once you try it, you’ll realize how great it is.
“We’re coworkers, after all. Why would I ever want to hurt you?”
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