The Reversal: From Heiress to Hustler Chapter 2

As a corporate slave who transmigrated into the role of a disposable "fake heiress," I enjoyed the high life for less than twenty-four hours before becoming broke again.

I circled the villa and found a dry corner under the first-floor terrace, right below my brother Lucas's room.

"Don't worry, she's broke. Once she suffers a bit, she'll realize how good she had it here. She'll come crawling back to beg you soon enough," Lily's voice drifted down from the drainpipe.

Tsk, so much for soundproofing in a mansion.

I knew it. Lucas, who was all handsy this afternoon and giving off weird Flowers in the Attic vibes, was suddenly silent tonight.

Turns out he wants to keep me as a pet. Well, he calculated wrong.

For Lucas, owning only one luxury condo means poverty. But for a true hustler like me, having two hundred bucks in my digital wallet means I can survive for two weeks.

Plus, I still had the eighty thousand dollars left over from this month's allowance in my account.

To the rich, that's ice cream money. To us normal folks? That's years of living expenses if I'm careful.

What they think is hitting rock bottom is just a lifestyle downgrade for me.