Part 2The Billionaire's Ex-Girlfriend

I quickly applied a cold, glamorous "ice queen" makeup look, picked out a stunning bright red dress, and spun a few times in front of the mirror.

Great body. Curves in all the right places. Just like the real me.

Satisfied.

Just as I was about to leave, the phone rang.

No caller ID. I answered it directly.

"Chloe, it's been thirty minutes. Why aren't you here yet?"

"Don't think just because you're my girlfriend you can do whatever you want. When you make a mistake, you apologize. Did you forget how to be a decent human being?"

The disgust and impatience in his voice were practically dripping through the phone.

I realized immediately—it was the scumbag.

Gross.

But I was in a good mood, so I decided to explain one last time.

"Buddy, your girlfriend kicked the bucket. I'm a possessing spirit. So no, I won't be coming."

"This person has absolutely nothing to do with you anymore. Don't contact me again. Byeee~"

I hung up swiftly and blocked the number.

Flipped my hair, stepped into my heels.

"Let's go! Platinum Club!"