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Transmigrated As the Fake Heiress

The aristocratic Lu family has produced a joke, a beautiful one, but a joke nonetheless. The daughter they have been rearing all this while turns out to be an imposter! With the real heiress returning to take her rightful place, everyone is eager to know the outcome of the imposter... Will she be able to survive in poverty after living a life of riches? Having just transmigrated, Huo Yao imagines that this experience will be pretty interesting. However, imagination and reality are always so different! Dad: "Daughter! Take this black card. It has no limit! Use it freely." Mom: "My dear Yao Yao! If you don't like this jewelry, I'll get them to change it immediately." Huo Yao: "…" Weren't they supposed to be poor and ordinary? What is with this hidden lavish behavior? Her eldest brother, an investment company's CEO: "Sis, inherit my company!" Her second brother, a top lawyer: "Whoever dares slander my sis will face the full brunt of the law!" The third brother, an international genius doctor: "Bullying my sister? Should I display the prowess of my scalpel?" Mysterious fourth brother: "My sis is the cutest!" Huo Yao: "…" What happened to being a good-for-nothing person who lives off her parents? A top aristocrat secretly changes into his cheap clothes and drives his crappy old car to her. "Baby, my heart is yours. Why don't we get married to test if I'm telling the truth or not?" Everyone who knows about it, doesn't dare say it out loud. All they can do is curse inwardly: "Bah! Keep acting! No one believes it!"

Nalanxian · Urban
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1910 Chs

Magnetic Field Disturbances

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Zhuo Yun checked the text message and forwarded the picture received from Huo Yao to his subordinate, instructing him to buy the Chinese herbs.

His boss was undoubtedly important, but his future wife was equally important.

After taking care of Huo Yao's request, Zhuo Yun pulled up an empty chair and sat down. He looked at the screen in front of him, monitoring the GPS tracker as he tried to test the signal every now and then.

Time passed second by second until two hours had gone by. The GPS tracker slowly approached their encampment.

It was completely dark outside.

Zhuo Yun's mike had been silent all this time, but he could suddenly hear a connection.

Zhuo Yun promptly looked relieved. He stood up from the seat in an instant. He kept tapping on his mike as he walked out of the encampment and told some of his men to follow him with torches.