Summary
One day, I transmigrated into a book and became the daughter of the villainess.
My CEO father’s gaze was cold and filled with disgust. “As expected of her daughter. All you know how to do is frame others and play the victim to gain sympathy.”
Oh? Is that so?
In kindergarten, I raised my hand and slapped Little Fatty, who tried to bully me, until his face was black and blue.
In elementary school, I used a club to give a boy a concussion after he tried to lift my skirt.
In middle school, I kicked a delinquent who was extorting me, breaking several of his ribs.
In high school, I maintained a sweet smile while my actions remained ruthless, grabbing a girl who tried to bully me by the hair and shoving her head into a toilet.
My shitty dad, who had cleaned up countless messes for me, finally spoke up: “…How about you go back to framing people and playing the victim for sympathy?”