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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 · 都市
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115 Chs

Her composure

In the soft, pale light of early morning,

Caterina stood by the stove, her hands dancing over the ingredients with practiced grace. Her eyes shimmered with a quiet resolve, each stir of the pot a silent vow to craft the perfect meal for her son and husband. She wanted to support them in her own way.

The sizzle of the pan was interrupted by the chime of the doorbell, pulling her attention. Wiping her hands, she hurried to the door, expecting the familiar face of a deliveryman. But instead, she was greeted by a radiant smile, one that seemed to outshine the very sun.

"Hello! Is this the home of Mr. Enzo Leonore?" The voice belonged to a woman, her pen and paper clutched. Caterina tilted her head, lips curving into a welcoming smile. "Yes, that's right. And who might you be?" The woman asked, expressing her confusion.