As Susan once again declared her feelings to Mark, I hid around the corner of the staircase, munching on snacks, and quietly asked Rebecca Hansen behind me, "So, who do you think will win this showdown between Susan and Mark?"
I was purely in it for the show.
How could I miss a drama like this that cost nothing to watch?
Rebecca didn't answer, but she did quietly shove another handful of snacks into my hands, murmuring, "It's still your man. Aren't you a bit too relaxed about this?"
Relaxed? Not really.
If Susan failed with Mark, I'd be thrilled.
If she succeeded, I'd sacrifice myself and play the role of the villain in their love story.
Since I was already here, there was no way I would be as foolish as in my previous life, waiting until the next day to endure it for the sake of the Collins family's reputation.
Naturally, I wouldn't be that naive. I trusted my own judgment.
So, I whispered again, "Let's bet two thousand dollars. I bet Mark won't take the bait."
Rebecca clearly wasn't in the mood for a wager, but that didn't stop me from betting with myself.