Summary
I transmigrated into a novel as its breathtakingly beautiful villainess.
Not only did I get a dazzling face, I also inherited a fortune worth trillions.
When the heroine stood before me weeping like a flower in the rain, I strode over in my eight-centimeter heels and slapped her across the face.
“Get lost.”
When my fiance came to demand an explanation, I slapped him too, without the slightest hesitation.
“You get lost as well.”