I'm the villainess in a redemption novel. Upon realizing that my future involved losing all my fortune and dying by shielding the male lead from a knife, I woke up. Right now, the eighteen-year-old male lead was standing stiffly, his voice dripping with disdain: "I won't accept any of your charity." "Alright." Without missing a beat, I snatched the keys and the bank card from the table. Meeting his shocked gaze, I waved my hand: "Goodbye, dear!"
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