Reborn Back to Three Years Ago: Her Brother and Fiancé Regret Choosing the Scheming Girl

In my previous life, my brother and fiancé teamed up to sabotage my company for the sake of my so-called best friend.

After I went bankrupt, they stood beside her watching me collapse in the pouring rain, laughing mockingly at my pathetic state.

"Linda Turner, you look as pathetic as a drenched dog!" they sneered.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the project bidding meeting three years earlier.

In my previous life, when my company was just starting out, my brother and fiancé had warned me against using the Turner and Peterson family connections. They claimed it wouldn't be fair to others, but then turned around and handed projects to my best friend under various pretexts, just to see her smile.

Now that I was back, I watched them secretly manipulating things just like before, giving my projects to my best friend. I finally gave up on them completely.

When they found out I was leaving the country, my brother and fiancé set off fireworks all night, celebrating that they'd finally gotten rid of me, the burden.

But three years later, at the Trada Corp's bidding meeting, I took the stage as the CEO's wife—and they couldn't hide the redness in their eyes.

After returning to Brookshire, I never expected the first familiar face I'd see would be my former best friend, Anne Miller.

"Anne Miller, CEO of Miller Company, entered Brookshire’s top university at eighteen with outstanding grades. After graduation, she started from scratch and in just three years became one of the business world's rising stars..."

On the first floor of Westfield Building, a TV screen between two elevators continuously displayed the achievements of Brookshire’s business prodigy since she started her career.

In the three years since I'd seen her, she had shed that timid, insecure air of someone fresh from the countryside. Now, dressed in custom-tailored formal wear, she carried herself with newfound elegance.

Wealth truly transforms people.

Today was the bidding conference for Trada Corp's project in Brookshire. Reporters had been staking out the lobby since early morning.

I tried to mind my own business and ignore her, but she approached me anyway.

"Miss Turner, it really is you! I almost didn't recognize you," she said loudly. "Three years ago you suddenly went abroad. I thought you'd never come back!"

Anne's voice was so loud that even the reporters observing from a distance could hear every word clearly.

After she spoke, I could feel curious eyes turning toward me.

"...Turner family...eldest daughter..."

“Peterson Corporation…engagement…”

“..obsessed with…fiancé…”

Among those deliberately hushed voices, occasional fragments reached my ears.

I glanced at Anne, who pretended not to notice and continued: "You came back so suddenly without saying anything. Could it be because you heard..."

"Miss Turner, I'm sorry. I misspoke," she cut herself off, seemingly realizing her blunder. But her panicked apology was clearly meant to encourage further misunderstandings.

Some bold reporter had already shouted out, "We heard that Ben Turner, chief designer at Turner