After my daughter's betrayal sent me back in time, I was reborn. Remembering how my first life ended in ruin, I swore I'd never micromanage her again. I bought a sleek new apartment, launched a livestream channel, and blew up overnight. But then she tracked me down, barging into my place with her good-for-nothing boyfriend. Bang—the door flew open as they screamed and smashed things like rabid raccoons. Online, she spun a sob story, flipping the script to paint me as the monster. Armed with receipts and recordings, I flipped the narrative hard, winning a tidal wave of new fans. As for my daughter? Let's just say the universe balanced the scales. My following skyrocketed, and that backstabbing daughter of mine? Well, karma came knocking at her door.