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Reborn as the Villain in a Romance Fantasy

'A self-centric Female Lead, lost-in-love Male Leads, and useless extras who will die. On top of it, this world will not be here for long because of that ancient threat. So, what should I do now?' What kind of world was a world of Female-Oriented Fantasy romance? One filled with tinted glass and roses? Life should have been easy here, right? Wrong! Layla had read this book before, and she knew what happened. "Those useless leads left this world in a shamble! I need to do something about it before it gets destroyed. If I am going to live here, I need to ensure this world stays alive long enough. Who has time for romance when the world will end soon?" Her goal was set, and her life was laid out. Layla was going to use whatever she could to secure her second life. Everyone was a useful piece from here on, and Layla used them well to achieve her end goal. This might be a world based on a fantasy romance, but she would ensure it would not repeat it's ending. ______ Note: It has a strong Female Protagonist as the MC. No romance, no harem, no yuri.

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Ch 47: Second round begins - part 2

"Young miss, is there something you want me to do? You have been glaring at that pair for quite some time. Do you want me to take care of them for you?"

Mary asked as she kept smiling. 

Looking at her friendly smile, one won't be able to imagine what she was thinking about. But Mary's smile hides her killer instincts.

"Don't kill anyone, but keep an eye on that kid and his mother. They are likely the speakers from the morning…now that I think about it, that kid looks familiar. Have we seen him before?"

Layla asked with a questioning look on her face.

She was good with names and faces but not at putting them together. She possibly had seen this kid before and had just forgotten his name…

"He's likely the kid of the kidnapper we captured. He did say that he had a wife and kid when I interrogated them. Also, the kid's blood smells the same as that kidnapper's."

Mary dropped this bomb as easily as if she was speaking about the sky.