Chapter 4

I stood frozen. Not far away, Carola wrapped her arms around Borges's neck and even kissed him on the face:

"Who gets rich doesn't matter, right?"

Borges pretended to push her away, but his eyes were glued to her chest: "We agreed I'd go first! I've waited seven years..."

"Do you know how much I hate him? Every time he casually throws me tens of thousands of dollars with that condescending look... I want to tear his face off!"

I felt cold all over, but my eyes were fixed on Borges. On his raised wrist was a wooden bracelet. The patterns on it were identical to the "matching symbols" on Carola's arm—no, identical to the destiny-switching curse on my arm...

So that's how it was...

He was the one who recommended I watch Carola's livestream. He urged me to accept Carola's confession. And he was the one who recognized the curse afterward!

I was a complete fool, played by them.

"Mr. Daniel?" The manager's voice came from behind me.

The two people entangled by the pool suddenly turned around and locked eyes with me.

"Daniel?"

When Carola saw me, there wasn't a trace of guilt on her face. Instead, she held Borges even tighter. She sneered mockingly:

"What, can't stand seeing us together? Are you stalking me?"

I walked closer step by step, my heart feeling like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand: "So you two were working together to deceive me? I paid a million for your parents' medical expenses, poured resources and money into getting you from a livestream room to international runways... In your eyes, was all of that just humiliation?"

"What else would it be?" Borges seemed angered by my words.

"You acted all high and mighty, giving us charity, making us circle around you like lap dogs! Watching you casually squander money we couldn't earn in several lifetimes—do you know how torturous that is?!"

"Alright, calm down," Carola patted Borges's back: "Although the destiny switch isn't complete yet, it's already irreversible."

She looked down at me coldly: "Just wait and watch your good luck drain away bit by bit, until you become a complete pauper."

Just then, Carola's phone rang at an inopportune moment. She wanted to hang up, but after glancing at the caller ID, her expression changed. She immediately answered: "Hello? Mr. John! Yes, yes, yes, go ahead..."

I knew the Mr. John she mentioned—a judge from last international runway show. I was the one who made the connection.

She covered the phone nodding and bowing, occasionally glancing at me.

Sweat appeared on Carola's forehead, and her voice dropped several notches: "Mr. John, rest assured, Daniel... of course he supports me! Our relationship is great! Signing is no problem, I'll bring him along..."

After hanging up, that ingratiating expression vanished instantly, and she stared at me intently.