The Latte Betrayal，My Toxic Roommate Tried to Steal My Life

One minute before the interview, my roommate’s hand suddenly jerked, dumping an entire cup of iced latte all over the resume in my hands.

"Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I’m so, so sorry!"

I stared at the coffee-soaked paper, saying nothing.

She hurriedly yanked out some napkins, but the smirk at the corner of her lips was impossible to miss.

"It’s completely ruined! How are you even going to interview without a resume?"

Right after she said that, she raised her voice, making sure everyone around could hear: