Twisted Ambitions

My sister discovers that she resembles a CEO's true love. To take her place, she invites the true love out. She wants to orchestrate an accident to kill the woman.

I arrive before it can happen and put a stop to the whole shebang. On our way home, I try to talk sense into her. Julian Stewart singlehandedly built his empire and is ruthless. He'll eventually see through her tricks, which will land our whole family in hot water.

She nods in agreement. However, when we get home, she laces my drink with poison.

When I'm on the brink of death, she whispers, "You're just jealous because I have a face that can help me marry a rich man. I'll ruin you since you've stood in my way."

When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day she meets Julian's true love.

After a loud crash echoed, my little sister, Estel Gage, rushed out immediately. She ran to the person lying on the ground and shouted urgently, "Forget about the car for now. Call 911!"

With her impeccably made-up face, Estel began performing CPR on the person without hesitation, even resorting to mouth-to-mouth resuscitation without concern for hygiene.

Blood stained her beautiful clothes, and anyone who saw the scene would have praised her selflessness.

When the ambulance arrived, reporters followed. Estel erupted in anger when she was faced with the cameras. "Do you people even have a conscience? Is this the time for interviews? Saving lives is more important!"

She then turned to the medical staff, anxiously explaining the timing of the CPR and pleading with them. "Doctor, you have to save her! She's so beautiful. It would be such a waste if she didn't make it."

The doctor was moved by her plea and reassured her. "Don't worry. We'll do our best. Do you know her family?"

Estel shook her head. "I'm just a passerby, but I can go with you and cover her medical expenses."

The doctor commended her sense of responsibility and urged her to get in the ambulance. As Estel turned away, she discreetly slipped the injured person's phone into her pocket.

I watched the ambulance leave and waited for about half an hour before a luxury car pulled up at the intersection.

A man in a gray suit got out. His face was familiar. It was Simon Dawson, Julian Stewart's assistant. He surveyed the scene and began speaking with the police about what had happened.

I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Estel. "Essie, I saw you on TV. What did you do?"

She replied quickly. "None of your business."

Seeing those four words, I smirked. Estel had read too many CEO romance novels and believed all wealthy CEOs were fools.

After a chance encounter with Julian, where he casually remarked, "You remind me of my wife when she was younger," she started fantasizing about marrying into a wealthy family.

In my past life, I tried tirelessly to advise