Rebecca stomped her foot in frustration as she watched Jessica walk away. She had finally won, so why did seeing Jessica like this make her so angry?
She turned to the bank teller. “What was she here for?”
The teller lowered her voice. “Ms. Jones, she was trying to withdraw money, but all seven of her bank cards are frozen.”
Rebecca was speechless. *Jessica, what on earth has this marriage done to you?*
…
Jessica walked aimlessly down the street. It dawned on her that in all her years with Lance, she hadn’t made a single real friend.
A car pulled up beside her. The door opened, and Rebecca Jones got out, holding two thousand dollars in cash. She strode over and pressed the bills into Jessica’s hand.
“I still can’t stand you,” Rebecca said bluntly, “but I can’t watch a woman suffer like this. Consider this a loan. You’ll pay me back.”
Before Jessica could respond, Rebecca jumped back in her car and sped off as if she’d just committed a crime.
Jessica stood on the sidewalk, the word “thanks” dying on her lips. She looked down at the money. Two thousand dollars wouldn’t have even covered dinner for her in the past. She never would have imagined that at her absolute lowest, the one person to offer her a lifeline would be her lifelong rival.
Everyone in their circle knew that Jessica Brown and Rebecca Jones had been competing since they were three years old.
Jessica blinked back the heat in her eyes and put the money away. She went to a phone store, bought a cheap phone and a new SIM card, and then stopped at a small noodle shop for a bowl of soup.
Finally, she took a bus, transferred twice, and arrived at The Smith Group headquarters.



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