I Laughed When My Best Friend Saved A CEO

On my way to the interview, my best friend—who had always warned me not to meddle in other people’s business—suddenly rushed toward the crashed luxury car without hesitation.

That was when I knew she had been reborn too.

In our previous life, she and I were known as the two top aces of the Finance Department. After graduation, we both made it to the final interview at one of the world’s top five hundred companies.

On the day of that interview, we encountered a terrible car accident. The company’s president was inside the wreck.

I gave up the interview to save him, while my friend ran straight to the interview without looking back.

In the end, she got the offer, and I lost my chance at the prestigious firm.

Everyone pitied me.

However, the president held a grand wedding to repay me.

I became the wife of my friend’s boss. I was admired and envied by all.

She, on the other hand, struggled under endless performance targets. She got buried by work.

At the company’s annual gala, I stood beside the president, dazzling under the lights, while she faded into the crowd—exhausted and invisible.

Jealousy drove her mad. She grabbed a knife and stabbed me right there at the gala.

When I opened my eyes again, she and I had both returned to the day of the president’s car accident.

A sharp crash rang in my ears, and I opened my eyes wide.

A runaway truck had slammed into a luxury car.

The car door burst open, and Nicholas stumbled out. His face was pale, and blood seeped from his forehead.

Before I could move, Vicky shot forward like an arrow and shoved me aside. She even threw me a wary glance over her shoulder.

She knelt beside Nicholas. Her voice trembled with concern. “Sir, are you alright? Does anything hurt?”

Then she turned and shouted at me, “Lydia, go to your interview, or you’ll be late! I’ll handle things here! It’s a matter of life and death!”

Her face was full of urgency and worry, but I could clearly see the suppressed delight and smugness hiding in her eyes.

I knew then that she had been reborn too.

I gave her a faint smile. “Fine. I’ll leave it to you.”

Vicky froze and glanced back at me. “Why aren’t you helping him? In the last life, you—”

Realizing what she had said, she fell silent. I already knew what she meant to say.

I stopped paying attention to her. I turned and walked into the Wells Group building.

As I entered the interview room, I felt an unprecedented calm.

The chief interviewer was Peter White, the firm’s investment director. He was also known as the Iron-Faced Director.

He adjusted his glasses, and his gaze was sharp. “Lydia Sterling, right? One of the two top aces of Princesston University’s Finance Department. I’ve heard a lot about you.

“There’s a case I would like you to analyze.”

He slid a file