Chapter 2The Girl Who Stole Luck

After saying goodbye to Mark and Emily, I went straight to the hospital for a full checkup.

The doctor told me I was perfectly healthy.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

In my past life, I died from a mysterious illness. This time, that wasn't going to happen.

When I got home, my phone rang.

It was the company I had been dreaming of joining—a high-security government contractor.

They told me I passed the interview and wanted me to start ASAP.

I was stunned.

In my past life, I never got this call. Instead, Emily got an offer from a huge tech giant on her way home from the grave.

But this time, the luck was mine.

Since the job was in another city, I packed immediately.

Just as I finished, Mark showed up.

"Sarah, Emily didn't get the job offer."

He looked at me with concern. "She's really upset. I'm going to go keep her company."

I smiled. "Sure, go ahead."

Mark paused, studying me closely. "Sarah, are your parents really buried there? Like, always been there?"

"Of course," I nodded without hesitation.

I knew he was suspicious.

Mark and Emily had once dragged me to a fortune teller who told them I had incredible luck and ancestral protection. That’s why they targeted me.

"Mark, would I forget where my own parents are buried?" I asked, feigning hurt.

Mark laughed, relaxing. "True, that would be crazy."

"I'll go check on Emily then."

I pretended to care, telling him to comfort her properly.

"Sarah, you used to hate it when I hung out with Emily. Why are you pushing me to go today?" he asked before leaving.

I smiled sweetly. "I didn't like it before! But she's sad, right? Go be a good friend. I trust you, Mark!"

Mark nodded, satisfied, and left.

The moment the door closed, my smile dropped. I called my landlord.

I told him I was moving out immediately and didn't even care about the deposit.

I booked the earliest flight out.

Sitting at the airport, I finally felt safe.

I couldn't imagine what other traps they had waiting for me if I stayed.

But now, Emily's bad luck was just beginning.

She had just spiritually adopted a stray dog as her ancestor.

And with the manure I poured over the grave, her luck wasn't just stolen—it was poisoned.

As for Mark? Being with her would only drag him down. I needed to be as far away as possible.