Late to the Party, Early to the Payday

Summary

After the story's grand finale, I arrived fashionably late, transmigrating into the wealthy, vicious young lady of the novel.

I raised my arms and cheered on the spot:

"Poor for twenty-two years, suddenly striking it rich! Tonight, I'm custom-ordering a massive gold bracelet, just like a baller!"

Excited heart, trembling hands.

When I checked my phone balance, there was only twenty bucks left.

A subscription renewal instantly deducted nineteen.

Only then did it hit me.