Chapter 2

Rachel held two coffees.

One she drank herself, the other she handed directly to Liam.

“Julian, I know you don’t drink coffee, so I didn’t get you one. You don’t mind, do you?”

I smiled calmly.

In my last life, her favoritism was so obvious.

But I was foolish enough to think she was just being direct.

Two minutes later, Rachel, laughing hysterically at something Liam said, finally realized I hadn't caught up.

She saw me standing at a trendy cafe, buying fruit tea.

She called out to me from about fifteen feet away.

“Ugh, what’s taking you so long? Can you hurry up?”

I held up the order slip for my tea and waved it at them.

“There are still a dozen orders ahead of me. Why don’t you guys go ahead?”

“Seriously? Do you *have* to get that tea? The taxi will be here soon, and we’re not waiting for you!”

“It’s fine. I can just call my own ride.”

Seeing me dryly licking my lips, Rachel looked annoyed. She grabbed Liam’s arm and started walking away, muttering as she went.

“Honestly, such a spoiled rich kid. Can’t he just wait until he gets home to drink some water?”

Watching them walk away, I calmly picked up my fruit tea from the counter and followed slowly.

A few yards from the exit, I heard screams erupt from the street.

“CRASH!” The sound of tearing metal. The next second, the billboard came down from the sky.

Rachel heard the commotion and immediately shoved Liam away.

But she was the one caught, hit by the fifteen-foot metal frame.

She crumpled to the ground, blood splattering from her head.

The crowd instinctively formed a circle, children’s cries rising in a chaotic chorus.

Liam, who had only suffered minor scrapes, scrambled to his feet. Urged by the onlookers, he finally remembered to call an ambulance.

Gulp, gulp. I took two long pulls from my fruit tea.

I guess this is what Rachel wanted to see in her last life.