After fighting with her boss and vowing never to return, Aysel kept her word. Well, she died while trying to save a girl and was transmigrated into a novel world. In her new life, she is a wealthy heiress and a popular celebrity. This made her excited at the thought that her dream of living like a salted fish was about to come true! However, reality slapped her in the face and pinched her awake. Wealthy heiress? Her bank account is in the negative! She owes money to the bank! Popular celebrity? The entire country hates her! Aysel finally understands the phrase: "Out of the frying pan into the fire." Now, she can’t even live in peace. Well, maybe Heaven isn’t so cruel after all—at least she has a life-saving system! System: Host, you need to harvest points. A lack of points means death! Aysel: What should I do?! System: Marry Young Master Grant. Young Master Grant? The tetraplegic boss who’s also a sadist? System: ...Exactly. Aysel finally realizes what it means to be unloved... But marrying Young Master Grant seems appealing. After all, he can’t do anything, right? Perfect! She just has to wait for him to die, inherit his wealth, and finally become rich! But she’s proven terribly wrong when the man pins her down, his hands roaming over her body, igniting a fire as he meets her gaze and whispers huskily... "I don’t know how to inflict pain, but I know how to make you cry for release." Wait, is he still tetraplegic? Had she... misread?
He reached out to help her up, and just when Aysel thought that was the peak of her embarrassment, maids she had never even met before rushed over from various directions.
"Are you okay, Young Mistress?"
"First aid box!"
"Come and rest here, Young Mistress."
"Someone, bring an ice pack..."
Aysel had honestly never felt this embarrassed before in her whole life. Even though she was hurting, she forced herself to maintain a calm and poised facade. "Thank you, everyone, I'm perfectly okay, alright? You don't need to worry about me; please return to your posts, okay?" She was simply embarrassed but kept a smile. She even winked at them, charming the girls to a helpless point.
Butler Jones noticed this as well and waved the maids away. "Return to your posts, all of you. The Young Mistress will be tended to."