Chapter 2The Ultimate Burn: Turning the Flames Back on My Bully

Just like in the past life, I said, sounding frantic:

“Coco! I won’t let you die!”

Henry curved his lips into a mocking smile, but just as his smile peaked,

I spoke again.

“You wait here! I’m going to call the cops and get help!”

“Henry, wait for me!”

With that, I turned and ran.

I ran so fast I almost stumbled and fell.

I wasn’t rushing to save him, but this fire was going to spread rapidly. The area was full of dry brush, and it could easily get out of control.

Even though the fire didn't spread in the previous life, I couldn't risk it. My life is valuable. I have to stay alive until these scumbags are dead!

Henry watched me run until I was far away, realizing I wasn't joking.

He started yelling for help.

“Help!—Help me!”

“Skylar Li! Come save me! I’m going to burn to death!”

Hearing that, I finally stopped.

Relief flashed in his eyes, but when he saw me simply standing there, arms crossed, watching lazily, he panicked for real.

He tried to save himself, rushing toward the ring of fire, desperate to escape.

But the idiot was too busy posing. The fire was much bigger than he anticipated.

He even deliberately sent the housekeeper away and told the security guards he was setting off fireworks so they wouldn't disturb him. He wanted the fire to spread quickly so I would burn.

Now he’s getting a taste of his own medicine.

The comments section exploded.

“Is this side character crazy? Why isn’t she saving the male lead!” “WTF, is the handsome male lead going to die in the first chapter?” “No way! He’s the male lead, the Chosen One! Others might die, but he’ll probably just get burned, then get reconstructive surgery to look even hotter. That’s the standard trope.”

I smirked.

I don’t know who’s posting these comments, but they’re all idiots.

Henry can't get plastic surgery because he has a tendency to keloid scarring.

And the Wen family isn't as wealthy as mine. He absolutely cannot and will not be reborn as a success.

I swear, even Jesus can't help him!

…

Five minutes later, a passing neighbor heard his cries for help and frantically called the police and an ambulance.

I watched him being carried away on a stretcher from a distance.

The white sheet didn't cover his face, which told me the jerk wasn't dying yet.

Good.