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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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131 Chs

His sin

Flavio Isleigh's p.o.v

Have you ever lost meaning in your life?

My life commenced with a ray of bliss and a blessing from Atë, the goddess of misfortune. Initially, my world was filled with light. My parents were everything to me—my father, a proud military officer, and my mother, an engineering student, so full of dreams and ideas.

They cared for me in ways that made me feel safe and loved, as if nothing in the world could ever go wrong. And of course, there were disputes and debates among us. It was common to have conflicts in a family, as long as the family members eventually sorted them out.

However, things did not turn out the way I wanted. It was a snowy day, people rushing back to their houses in hope of avoiding the chilly weather, and my father standing in the living room with a dejected gaze, clutching the letter which was conveyed just now.