A Makeover to Rival the Fairest Beauties, Then Make My Sister-Harming Enemy Work a Sewing Machine

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When my sister jumped from the twenty-eighth floor, she was still clutching a photo of me.

On the back of her suicide note, words had been scratched out with a fingernail: “Sis, it wasn't suicide. It was Boss Zhao.”

Zhao Tingshen. Boss Zhao. CEO of Hongsheng Group.

I went to the police. They said there wasn't enough evidence.

I went to a lawyer. They said to stay away from this case.

I posted about it online. The post was gone in less than two hours.

They ransacked my home, kept watch outside my sister's hospital room, and followed me in a black van.

He Meng said, “The last person who wouldn't behave ended up at the bottom of the river.”

So I made a decision:

Sell my house, sell my car, fly to Korea, and get plastic surgery.

I turned myself from an ordinary face into a blade capable of piercing their hearts.

Three months later, with a new face and a new identity, I walked into Hongsheng Tower.

Zhao Tingshen looked at me for three seconds, then smiled.

He didn't know that the recorder in my pocket had already switched on when he smiled.

He didn't know that when he put his arm around my shoulders and said, “You're much better than that Shen girl from before,” his words would become evidence of his intentional murder.

He didn't know that every one of them, Qin Hongyuan, Zhao Tingshen, Zhou Yan, and He Meng, had a dedicated folder on my phone, packed with bullets to send them to prison.

They called me their prettiest ornament.

Zhou Yan said, “We raised her ourselves.”

He Meng said, “You're smarter than that Shen girl from before.”

Qin Hongyuan said, “You'd better not be a mole.”

They were all right.

I wasn't a mole.

I was there to send them all to hell.