My best friend and I transmigrated into an old-school CEO romance novel.
I was the rich CEO's pathetic simp, while she was the aloof Buddhist master's stand-in in the capital's elite circles.
Who knew that one beckoning finger from the white moonlight would make all our efforts go to waste?
But after ditching our lovesick brains, we embraced piles of cash and lived it up. What a blast.
Who could have guessed the aloof Buddhist master wasn't a pushover? He chased us everywhere and cut off every escape route.
"Bestie, I'll hold them off. Remember, I love you, but I love money more! Bury me with gold and silver treasures when I die!"
Just then, a large hand wrapped around my waist.
Warm breath brushed my ear. "You've taken this game too far."
