There were always people in this world who cared about nothing but money and would abandon anything for it.
Mo Yue was just such a woman.
In college, her true nature had not been quite so obvious. She had merely been somewhat materialistic and had a bit of a princess complex.
But after graduating and entering society, ordinary as she was, she could not stand the drudgery of working nine to nine, six days a week, or a fixed monthly salary of a few thousand. At the same time, she was unwilling to do the dirty work of selling her body.
To make big money and live in luxury, with the four buffs of materialism, a princess complex, laziness, and an inflated opinion of herself, she ultimately had only one choice left: fraud.
She thought she had a real talent for being a con artist.
In particular, using her looks to squeeze money out of the men fawning over her was utterly effortless and did not weigh on her conscience in the slightest.
Her college classmate, Yin Hai.
He was merely one of those men.
He was not the most accomplished, the most handsome, the richest, or even the easiest to fool. In her eyes, he was nothing-just a "client," an "ATM."
He was neither the first person she had scammed nor the last.
As an ATM, his sole value lay in letting her drain his bank account.
Once there was no more money to squeeze out of him, she naturally would not waste another second on that loser.
Instead of obediently giving her spending money, he had actually dared to take her to court and cause her so much trouble!
Someone who had no idea where he stood deserved to die!
Her current man was far more reliable and