My Roommate Stole My Past-Life Hack—I’ll Just Smile at Her Regret Chapter 08

My Roommate Stole My Past-Life Hack—I’ll Just Smile at Her Regret Chapter 08

I made a public post on the campus forum responding to the whole incident.

[Thank you all for supporting the leaf-carving project. The previous posts about me were false and constitute defamation and damage to my reputation. I have already collected the relevant evidence and submitted it to the police. In order to protect the other party’s privacy, I will not publicly reveal the identity of the person behind the malicious attacks. However, I hope she recognizes her mistake, deletes the posts, and apologizes. I also hope this serves as a warning to anyone spreading rumors.]

Even so, word still spread that the police had contacted Jasmine through the school.

The hottest topic on the forum quickly changed to [Having a roommate who spreads rumors is terrifying].

The leaf-cut mini-game soon attracted a large number of advertisers and gaming companies interested in acquiring it.

After discussing it with the team, I handed ongoing operation of the mini-game over to our two tech guys, with Sophia managing the project.

Everyone else would receive annual profit-sharing based on their percentage.

When the first payment hit my account, I counted the digits in my bank balance and was thrilled.

Once I had money, I decided to move out of the dorm.

When I went back to pack, I gave all the brand-new designer cosmetics Sophia had sent me to my other two roommates.

“Lucy, thanks for connecting me with Mason. I checked him out for you, and he’s a good guy. Your taste is excellent. Good luck.”

“Lily, thanks for speaking up for me. I know I’ve been leaving early and coming back late these past couple of days, so I probably disturbed your rest. Thanks for putting up with me.”

When I told them I was moving out, both of them looked reluctant to see me go and even helped me pack.

Jasmine had always assumed that attracting men meant being hated and rejected by women.

But when you got right down to it, people disliked her because she abused her ability, had terrible social instincts, and an even worse personality.

On the very day I finished moving everything into my rental apartment, I received Jasmine’s public apology.

[The information I posted about Natalie on the campus forum was fabricated. I sincerely apologize for the harm I caused to her reputation.]

I swiped past it without the slightest ripple of emotion.

The school, eager to keep things quiet, urged me not to pursue the

matter further.

I agreed, and the reason was simple.

I was already getting ready to launch my next business plan, and I had no intention of wasting a single second on trash.

In this life, I did not have double time anymore.

That had made me understand one thing very clearly.

Every second of life was precious.