Reborn as the Vicious Heiress at a Company Full of Workhorses

I was reborn, two days before my death.

Unlike in my previous life, I now had a hidden identity: I was the company heiress.

The System that helped me be reborn told me that in my previous life, I’d been mistaken for the heiress because we looked alike, and accidentally killed by someone who wanted her dead.

Now I had to find my killer from my previous life within two days.

If I survived, I would become the heiress of a Fortune 500 company. If I failed, I would die on the spot.

As a clue, whenever I faced someone who had wanted to kill the heiress in my previous life, I would be controlled by her behavior patterns. This was my only chance to identify the suspects.

So...

I slapped my hot-tempered boss hard after he yelled, “If you can do the job, do it. If you can’t, get out.” Suspect +1.

I bought coffee for my old hand of a boss, who hinted that we should buy him coffee every day or he’d make trouble for us. Then I poured it over his head and loudly mocked his bald spot. Suspect +2.

I stormed up to my sycophantic coworker, who left messages from anyone with a lower job title on read, smashed my computer screen into his face, and loudly demanded to know if he’d seen my message. Suspect +3.

And then...

Suspect +4+5+6+7.

Just how many people wanted the heiress dead? Also, when they thought I’d gone crazy and were about to call the police, I revealed that I was the heiress of the group.

Their expressions changed in an instant.

I could hardly believe it. Being a powerful, rich, wicked heiress was so much fun. I had to find the person who killed me, become the real heiress, and survive.

So, who killed me?

Theme: Overtime can create miracles.