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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 · Urbain
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1910 Chs

A Level Higher

Éditeur: Henyee Translations

Huo Yao glanced at Shangguan Hou's dagger and suddenly laughed. She said, "From the looks of it, you haven't done enough homework about your opponent."

Shangguan Hou frowned. Before he was able to wrap his mind around her words, he promptly sensed a danger coming toward him. He instinctively veered sideways swiftly.

Sadly, he was still too slow. Shangguan Hou sensed a piercing pain in his temple. His eyes constricted as he raised his hand to rub his temple.

He turned his head to check behind and saw a fine silver needle stuck on the discolored wall behind him.

Shangguan Hou put down his hand and looked at the blood on his hand and chills suddenly ran down his back.

Considering the force and aim of her attack, if not for his reflexes and the human skin mask on his face, the silver needle would not have simply grazed past his temple.

Instead, it would have gotten him at the center of his forehead.