Reborn to Steal Her Fortune

While I was viewing a two-hundred-fifty-thousand-dollar dump with the agent, my cousin came storming in with her fiancé to snatch the place out from under me.

"Ceci, I'm taking this apartment. You two can get lost."

Looking at the excitement she didn't even bother to hide, I knew in an instant. She'd been reborn too.

Because in our last life, she and I had both been shown this same run-down unit by our agents.

She'd sneered at it, said a dog wouldn't live in a place like that, then turned around, took out a loan, and bought a unit in some trending complex instead.