In the year when I was most sentenced, after I hit someone in a car accident, I kidnapped the CEO who had lost his memory and started the rental house literature. Without mentioning his fiancée, he lied to the boss that he and I were childhood sweethearts. It was me who dropped out of junior high school and worked to support him in studying abroad. Then he forced him to work to earn money and support me who was lazy and delicious. As a result, the boss regained his memory and returned to the wealthy family. I was thrown into jail and before I died I finally regretted it. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn. Looking at the big boss who paid me my salary, I didn't feel stupid again.
