Chapter 2

The next day, my company had a massive project launch, and I had to work late into the night.

The moment I stepped out of the elevator, I knew something was wrong.

There was a brand-new digital keypad lock installed on the bathroom door.

Taped to the door was a giant piece of paper with bold letters: 【CHLOE’S EXCLUSION BAN】

【Chloe is strictly banned from showering after 10 PM!】

【Your low-class, working-class odor will contaminate my high-end skincare products.】

【Violators will be fined $500!】

Looking at the sign, I laughed out of pure anger.

It was exactly like my past life.

Ashley always found new ways to torture me.

Back then, I swallowed my pride, too afraid to fight back.

I had to use a bucket to fetch cold water from the kitchen sink to wash myself in the dead of winter.

I caught a fever of 104 degrees the next day.

Yet, she complained that my coughing ruined her beauty sleep and forced me to sleep in my car.

This life, I wouldn’t let her walk over me for even a second.

She’s a double-standard clean freak?

Fine. I’ll beat her at her own game.

I opened Amazon for same-day delivery.

I spent a fortune ordering a giant jug of industrial-strength Clorox bleach.

I also bought a high-pressure power washer, a professional respirator, and an industrial UV sanitizing light.

Once the orders were placed, I sat on the couch and waited.

At 3 AM, the delivery driver dropped the packages at my door.

I hooked the power washer hose to the kitchen sink.

I poured the bleach straight into the soap tank.

Everything was ready.

At 7 AM the next morning, the sound of slippers echoed from Ashley’s room.

Every day at this time, she would spend two hours in the bathroom for her so-called "it-girl morning routine."

The doorknob turned.

Ashley walked out, yawning, wearing the silk pajamas that I had bleached to a faded grey.

The second she took a step out of her room, I pulled the trigger on the power washer.

The high-pressure blast of bleached water slammed directly into her chest.

Before she could even react, the force knocked her flat on her back.

"Ah! What the hell are you doing?!"

Through my respirator, my voice sounded cold and robotic.

"Your body is crawling with toxic parasites."

"If you want to step into my living room, you must go through a full-body de-contamination blast first."

Ashley shook with rage.

"You psychopath! I’m calling the police!"

Without lowering the power washer, I reached into a bag next to me and grabbed a handful of dirty, used wet wipes.

I scattered them across the floor like confetti, completely blocking her path to the bathroom.

Ashley tried to step forward, but shrank back when she saw the oily, dirty wipes.

"Ew! Get them away! Get this trash away from me!"

She was used to using moral high grounds and her fake rich persona to bully me.

Faced with my absolute madness, she was completely lost.

"If you don't want to step on this trash, then cooperate," I said, aiming the nozzle at her face.

"What's the bathroom passcode?"

Ashley cowered, gritting her teeth to hold out.

"I’m not telling you! You’re not ruining my bathroom!"

I didn't waste another second and pulled the trigger again.

The high-pressure stream shot straight into her mouth.

"I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! It’s 0721!" she choked and coughed, finally screaming the code in humiliation.

I turned off the power washer and took off my mask.

Holding Nugget’s leash, I strolled past her.

"If you change the code, I’ll flood your room with the power washer."

Right in front of her, I punched in the code and walked into the bathroom.