The receipt wrote Shirley’s name. It was normal for the salesgirl to have a strange reaction when she saw it. After all, she had already died.

"I’m Shirley’s assistant and come here to get her clothes. I’m dealing with some affairs since She has just passed away," I quickly explained to her.

The girl nodded politely with a lost face, "I see. Wait a minute."

I was wandering around the store when someone stepped off my shoes because I was wearing sneakers and I didn’t like to tie my laces too tight.

I bent down awkwardly to put on my shoes. Suddenly came a cold voice, "Oh, sorry."

I was about to say "It’s nothing" while I saw the woman clearly, then my anger rose. Yuki Zheng! She was wearing a pair of sunglasses, looking around for fear of being recognized.

Before I responded, Yuki walked away from me and continued to shop. I stood staring at her back, but I could not vent out my anger even if it couldn’t be stronger.

The murderer, the murderer who killed me was standing in front of me, glamorously. But I, Shirley, all of my happiness and glory, together with my body, had reduced to ashes.

Yuki… Yuki…!!!

"What’s up? Do you want my autograph?" Feeling the burning eyes behind her, she stepped towards me and reached out hands, waiting for me to hand her a book.

I ignored her. I was afraid my hatred will increase immediately if I looked at her for another second.

At a glance, I turned my head and walked straight. But Yuki stopped me in surprise. She took off her sunglasses, looked at me and said, "Don’t you know who I am?"

"So arrogant after stepping off my shoes, who else could it be except popstar Yuki Zheng?" I picked my eyebrows and provoked her.

"You!!!" She pointed at my nose, trying to curse, but it was difficult to do it in public. Everyone knew her temper because she was famous for "Princess Syndrome".

"Hello, here are the clothes. Please check." The salesgirl came to us and I noticed that Yuki was also staring at the dress.

I was about to take it when she stepped forward, grabbing the dress and said, "Nice, I’ll take it. You can choose another one."

"I’m sorry, Miss Zheng, it was made by Shirley. If you want, we can customize it for you and you can pick it up in three months," the girl said to Yuki before I could reply.

Hearing Shirley’s name, Yuki was shocked at first, then looked at me incredulously, "Are you Shirley’s assistant?"

I ignored her and wanted to get the dress back, but she stepped sideways so that I only caught the air. Yuki looked at me banteringly, put the dress in front of me and said, "She had gone. Can’t you give it to me? I’ll pay you double."

"Well, grabbing dead man’s clothes? Aren’t you afraid of bad luck?" I asked her.

Of course, as a popstar, Yuki could not bear to see me talking with her so aggressively. She clutched the dress and said, "It’s mine now!"

"When Shirley was alive, you competed with her all the time. Now you were grabbing what belonged to her even she died. Yuki Zheng, who do you think you are?" I lowered my voice because I knew it would attract passers-by and even paparazzi if I shouted out.

She looked pale, looking around, making sure nobody noticed the quarrel, the raised her eyebrows and said, "Whether she died or not, whether Jeffery or ‘Movie Queen’, they should be mine. You know nothing! My little girl."

I sneered, got close to her, "You’d better stop gaining your fame according to Shirley’s news. I’m a little assistant, right, but I know the truth about her death. It’s you."

"Non… Nonsense!" Yuki stared at me.

Obviously, she panicked, since she has committed such a big murder plot, must be very sensitive when hearing Shirley’s name.

"You’d better not be too arrogant. You become a top actress easily now, but will Shirley let you go? Be careful when you go to bed at night and don’t be surprised to hear footsteps," I said.

Yuki looked at me as if she had seen a ghost. I sneered, grabbing my dress from her and went to the counter, leaving her alone to digest what I had just said.

Sitting on my sofa, I was still shivering. It was really cruel for me not to kill my enemy by myself when she was right in front of me, but I would never live up to the chance of rebirth.

For several days I had been living like a rice worm (refers to those who stay at home and do nothing), and Kevin occasionally came to chat with me after work. He knew that I was not like Shirley when I was busy working every day, even a basic rest was a luxury. But I felt uncomfortable when having nothing to do.

Kevin opened the door when I was watching TV. I turned to him, finding there was someone behind him—Steve.

"Kevin, this is…" Steve was surprised to see me on the sofa. I quickly wiped my hands, got up and walked up to him with a silly smile.

"Oh, she is… a new actress I signed and lives here temporarily. She is Shirley’s distant cousin," Kevin quickly explained.

Getting his knowing look, I took Steve’s hand and smiled, "Hello, my name is Mary. Wow, Steve, you’re much more handsome than on TV!"

"Hello. Kevin, I have to go, bye." Steve broke away from my hand. Obviously, he was very disgusted with me.