The Billionaire's Second Choice Chapter 2

The floating comments appeared again:

"Haha, look at her face. She thought he was sentimental? He just hasn't gotten around to selling the place yet."

"She probably thinks he still loves her. Jokes on her. Since he met the new girl, he doesn't give a damn about his ex."

"The System only brought her back to be a villain for the main couple to overcome. Just wait for the humiliation."

I pressed my lips together.

So that was it.

The System offered five million because it knew I would fail.

My real role was to be the evil ex-wife who tries to ruin the relationship. The fifty thousand "consolation prize" was my actual payment for being a plot device.

Fifty thousand.

I laughed bitterly. Being a clown for fifty thousand wasn't bad. It would cover a week in the ICU.

I called the System and accepted the deal.

It happily transferred me a large sum of "in-world currency" for expenses.

Since Julian was so eager to sell this place, I might as well buy it.

I dialed the number I knew by heart.

It rang for thirty seconds before someone picked up.

"Hello?" A crisp, cheerful female voice.

I paused, checking the number. It was definitely Julian's.

"I saw the for-sale sign on the window..."

"You want to buy the apartment?" The voice brightened. "That's great! We've been wanting to get rid of it."

I asked cautiously, "Are you the owner?"

"I'm the owner's girlfriend. You can call me Sophie."

So she was the second transmigrator.

There was a muffled sound on the other end, like whispering.

A moment later, a cold, familiar voice came through the line.

"Hello? Can we meet to discuss the details?"

It was Julian.