Transferred Wealth, Untransferred Blood
My family was supposed to be the richest of the land, yet I had to refund even a cheap delivery. Why?
In my previous life, my housekeeper's daughter got her hands on a trading system. Every cent of money I spent would be hers.
She started trying to guilt-trip me into donating to all the impoverished students in her school. It was charity anyway, so I signed a check worth 300 grand.
The moment I did, that money became part of her savings, and the amount on my check was zero. Everyone called me names, called me a charlatan. Even the boy toy I spent good money on broke up with me.
That girl used my money to donate to charities and became the kind and beautiful heiress. She told everyone I w