I thought that my best friend of ten years had the confidence to stay together through thick and thin, but I didn't know that she was hiding the most vicious plan—not to pry with my boyfriend, not to steal my job, but to focus on my most cherished "confidence": stealing the handed down design manuscripts left by my grandma, pretending to be my place to study abroad, and even secretly tampering with my company's core data, framing me for misappropriation of public funds, dragging me from the cloud into the mire, just to steal everything I was born with and live like me.
Everyone was deceived by her "gentleness and sensibleness" and said that I was jealous of her and framed her. Even my own mother stood by her.
In the past, I thought about my friendship with my best friend and gave in every step of the way; now that she is trying to kill her, I will no longer hold back.
Don't play around and pull, don't make your eyes burst into tears, just go ahead and do it! There were no bloody misunderstandings, no overflowing Holy Mother's heart, and every step accurately hit her Achilles heel: exposing her imposter scam in public, exposing her real tricks of stealing manuscripts and altering data, cutting off all her escape routes, and turning her from a "talented woman praised by everyone" to a thief despised by everyone.
She wants to steal my life? I asked her to spit out everything she stole with her own hands; she wants to pretend to be innocent to win sympathy? I will tear off her mask and let the whole world see her vicious heart.
The whole process is high-energy and no nonsense, no slaps in the face overnight, no procrastination in revenge, no routines, only ruthlessness
