chapter 3

Caleb looked slightly embarrassed, but he kept a calm expression.

He said, "Fortunes change—let's see what happens!"

After saying that, he ignored everyone else and walked straight toward me, draping an arm around Simone.

With an air of superiority and a condescending tone, he said, "Amelia, consider yourself lucky—this time, I won't let your family go bankrupt."

I knew he was referring to me sending him to stop Simone's suicide attempt. He also knew I had been reborn.

I nodded faintly.

Fine, he wasn't going to bankrupt my family this time.

But I wouldn't hold back—this time, it would be his family's turn to suffer!

At the engagement party, we hadn't eaten much. Back at home, Dad and Mom asked the housekeeper to prepare a full meal.

I picked up my fork and added food to Dad's plate, casually saying, "Dad, let's go for a check-up at the hospital tomorrow."

In my previous life, Dad had died of a sudden stroke after getting furious at Caleb, so this time we had to take precautions.

He nodded and smiled warmly. "Alright, Amelia. You're very sensible."

I grinned, deciding to be even more sensible. "Dad, let me start working at the company tomorrow!"

Dad choked on his food, coughing violently.

He stood and came over, placing his warm, slightly calloused hand on my forehead.

"Not running a fever, are you?" he muttered, clearly surprised.

Mom laughed and teased him. "You really don't want our daughter to grow up, do you?"

Dad nodded, tears glistening in his deep-set eyes.

"Alright, alright! Amelia, you're becoming sensible," he said with relief.

In my previous life, I had studied business management and had some expertise.

But after marrying Caleb, with Yasmin constantly nagging and guilt-tripping me, I became a full-time housewife.

Dad had handed over the family business to Caleb, the so-called "perfect son-in-law."

Under his management, the business was mediocre—neither a failure nor a success. But later… his family gained enough power to rival mine.

He deliberately turned a blind eye as the managers under my family's company cut corners, evaded taxes, and passed off subpar products as top quality.

My family's assets were seized, and I had no achievements in my own career.

Eventually, my family went bankrupt due to Caleb's secret manipulations.

I couldn't even find a proper job and ended up working as a cashier at a supermarket.

Dad never expected that today I would voluntarily ask to manage the company's affairs—and he agreed happily.

The next day, I first took Dad to the hospital for a check-up.

Luckily, he only had mild high blood pressure, something that could be managed.

With the priority done, it was time to deal with Caleb.

I remembered there was a plot of land in Birchstead…

Three months from now, the government planned to develop it into a resort with significant investment.

In my previous life, Caleb had skyrocketed by purchasing that plot of land.

I suspected he intended to use the same tactic again—to buy that plot of land to get his family's finances back on track.

But did his family even have that much money?

Then it hit me—he could always borrow it.

I was curious to see how Caleb, with his hot temper, would manage to get the funds.

A few days later, I heard from friends in our social circle that Caleb had been borrowing money from everyone, but hadn't gotten a single cent.

Some were people he had offended, and even those who felt sorry for him were so put off by his attitude that they refused to help.

Because this was what he said, "You should feel honored to have the chance to lend me money."

I smirked.

He probably still thought he was the richest man in Vindtorp from the previous life.

I knew he wouldn't give up easily, but I didn't expect him to come to me.

Of course, I would seize this opportunity to trick him.

Caleb first sent me a message. "Amelia, here's your chance to back the future richest man."

"Oh? Do tell," I replied.

Thinking I still had feelings for him, Caleb boasted. "Lend me 50 million dollars, and I'll return 80 million dollars in three months."

I typed back quickly, not wanting to miss this perfect chance to trap him. "Fine, let's meet. You can sign an IOU."