Chapter 2

Leo's face was smug, as if he could already see his glorious future as a trust fund baby. "Tomorrow, I'm going to the testing agency mentioned in the mogul's announcement for a blood test. Once I'm a rich kid, I can live anywhere I want!"

He glanced around our apartment with disdain, pursing his lips. "When that happens, I'll have my dad get me a mansion. I won't be cramming into this run-down, cramped apartment with you anymore. It's beneath me."

I scoffed inwardly. When Leo couldn't find a job and had no income, he came begging to share this apartment with me, a very different look on his face then.

Moreover, while it was technically a shared lease, Leo hadn't paid a single month's rent.

He never lifted a finger for any housework, from sweeping and washing dishes to hanging laundry and taking out the trash.

Each time, I had to ask him, and he'd begrudgingly do chores, calling it "helping" me.

Thinking back on all those years of thankless effort, I wanted to slap myself.

It would be great if he moved out. That way, if anything went wrong, he couldn't pin it on me again.

I quickly nodded. "You're absolutely right! This neighborhood isn't nearly good enough for your status. Your billionaire dad should get you dozens of huge houses!"

"Definitely!" Leo visibly puffed up at my flattery.

"And don't say I never gave you a chance to show your appreciation. Drive me to that testing agency tomorrow."

I raised an eyebrow, quickly declining.

"My car's been in the shop for days. Why don't you have your girlfriend drive you? Knowing your true identity, you're not afraid she'd break up with you now, right?"

My words hit a nerve with Leo. He'd recently been dating a wealthy woman, constantly showing off designer watches she'd bought him. But he also knew she looked down on him for having no background, and it was just a casual thing.

Leo's unhappy expression instantly shifted back to a smug one.

"What can you earn with that crappy hospital job of yours? No common sense at all. Fine, my girlfriend can barely be considered on my level now, so having her drive me and see things for herself might be good."

With that, he strutted back into his room, brimming with self-satisfaction.

In my previous life, after his sugar mama had enough of him, she unceremoniously dumped him.

He went to her company to cause a scene and ended up encountering her new, much younger boyfriend. This new guy, eager to impress, immediately started punching and kicking Leo, calling him a pathetic loser trying to snag a trophy wife.

Back then, I was foolish enough to try and reason with him. But Leo didn't blame the sugar mama; instead, he blamed me entirely for stopping him from claiming kinship. He believed I had ruined his chance at a wealthy life and swore to never let me go.

This time, I wouldn't interfere with his choices.

Watching Leo close his bedroom door,

I immediately messaged my boss to request time off and booked a moving company.

The next day, while Leo was out,

I packed and moved all my personal belongings, leaving only the common area furniture.

As for what Leo would do when the rental contract expired,

That was no longer my concern.

Following the principle of avoiding misery, when you encounter toxic people, distance yourself immediately instead of getting entangled!