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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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129 Chs

The creator of great system

Vio caressed L's head.

Such soft gesture soothed L's panic instantly. She felt safe with him. Was it because he was the developer of the system? Or maybe he was someone she used to know? Without any words, L leaned in, wrapping arms around his back tightly. Vio also caught her in his arms.

And in that embrace, the woman felt a deep, calming warmth that melted away the turmoil of past moments. Her tears flowed freely now, not from fear but from the sheer relief of finally being with Vio. Despite the tears streaming down her cheeks, L's expression was cold.

"I didn't die, right? Tell me I wasn't killed by Caleb Rowane" Death held no fear in her mind; instead, it was the specter of loss that troubled her. She was haunted not by the end itself, but by the dread of defeat. The thought of failing to fulfill her purpose was what truly tormented her.