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I'm the Villainess in the Apocalypse

The anticipated engagement party turns into a broken engagement announcement and a notice of expulsion from the house. In one day, Anna lost everything. She accidentally activated a space and took the business’ supplies for revenge. But who would have thought that natural disasters will come? The world is changing and resources become scarce. So, the style of painting changed. When other people are scrambling to find something to eat, Anna was still cooking at home. When other people are fighting for food, Anna was lying on her bed while snacking her favorite chips. When other people are working hard to get some water, Anna was lying on her bathtub comfortably. The relatives came to the door for help. Anna only looked at them coldly and spat out, "Scram!" Her ex fiancé also came, asking for reconciliation and love. Her new man kicked him out of the door and slammed it shut. He then looked at Anna with a pitiful look. "Wife, do you not want me anymore? I'm easy to raise." Anna looked at the puppy like man and pulled him closer with a smile on her face. . . . It was only later she realized that the puppy is actually a big bad wolf... But the goods couldn’t be returned! … Notes: the cover is an AI image. I only edited it a bit.

SoraKeith · Sci-fi
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602 Chs

100. Arguments (1)

Her mother is also rich…

Betty had completely forgotten about Anna's mother.

In fact, Mr. Williams could be said to be relatively ordinary when he was young. It was Anna's mother who was rich and also helped with his business, allowing him to grow into a big businessman in a short few years.

Unfortunately, this dog man was not grateful at all.

He seemed to take the money and affection given to him for granted and focused on searching for a new love outside.

This action alone made Lucy felt that Anna's mother should have picked a better man. Mr. Williams didn't deserve her!

Not in the slightest bit!

"I…" Betty stammered.

She couldn't say that she was only thinking about that matter, right?