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Ten Million Dollars Mission

{Warning: Mature content} To attain money and her life back, she is ready to seduce the big shots! ---- "So, I am dead for real?" Her brows wrinkled. "Yes, sort of. But you can return if you accept my offer-" "No" Without listening to the rest, she declined promptly. Stunning the man. "At least, hear me out-" "No" The woman shook her head. "I don't even know if I were poor or not. Why would I want to live the unknown life again? Sorry, I am not playing your little game" She scoffed. Giving up on the opportunity, which left the man at a loss for words. He sighed. "All right. You will get your life back, including the ten million dollars. Are you in or not?" The woman's eyes gleamed with bliss right away. "Yes! I am in!" A quick change of mood shocked the man. All she cared about was money! ~~~ With no memories of her life, she wakes up to a man offering the chance to live again; but under one condition where she has to succeed the missions in the system he created. He calls her 'L' and vows to give the share of money if she achieves the task which is to charm big shots and swindle them! {The novel is pure fiction. It contains no intention to ruin the image of organizations mentioned in the novel. My first language is not English. There may be mistakes in the chapters. I apologize for those in advance}

Hera_Cordelia · Urbain
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130 Chs

Her charm

"Sir Isleigh?"

Lav's voice broke through the thick air with a feigned surprise, as if she hadn't purposely staged this 'unexpected' encounter. Her tone was sweet, designed to draw Vio's attention, and it worked. His brows furrowed, suspicion darkening his features.

How many times had they 'unexpectedly' crossed paths now? Too many to dismiss as mere coincidence. "Wow! You work there?!" Lav exclaimed, her eyes widening in mock amazement as she glanced at the towering company building across the street.

"Mhm" Vio muttered, already turning away, his instincts screaming at him to distance himself from her. Something about Lavanya felt like quicksand—dangerous and unfeasible to escape once you were too deep. He quickened his pace, hoping to slip out of her grasp.

"Are you in a hurry?"