I opened my eyes in a new body, and my phone buzzed with a text. Are you dead yet? If not, get your ass over here and apologize. If Sarah forgives you, I'll consider not breaking up with you. I dragged the System out and demanded an explanation. "...It's like this. The original owner of this body completed the male lead's 100 demands and has already returned to her original world to save her lover. So, I dropped you in here." I grabbed my head and screamed, "I asked you to find me a man, not a scumbag!" "Don't panic! I didn't say you have to be with the male lead. There are plenty of hot guys here. Plus, the original owner saved up tens of millions of dollars that she didn't spend. I brought you here to enjoy life!" Tens of millions? Suddenly, I felt much better. My phone vibrated again. Be in this VIP room in 30 minutes. Fix your attitude. Don't be stubborn. My fingers flew across the screen: Account owner deceased. I hacked this account. Blocked. 1 ? You're dead, so a ghost is replying to me? Stop playing these childish games. You know I don't have much patience. Tsk. Technically, when the original owner left this world, if the System hadn't dropped me in, this body would be dead. So I didn't lie. Whatever. I've seen this script a million times. This male lead's "100 demands" were definitely inhumane. Kneeling in the rain at midnight, donating corneas, kidneys, livers—the usual "abused heroine" tropes. I never understood the System's twisted tastes. Seeing this kind of guy makes me lose my appetite. I have zero interest in dealing with him. After all, I'm rich now! Tens of millions! "System, check my account. Exactly how many millions are we talking?" "Let me see... eighty million. Why are you looking at me like that? You want to spend it now?" I was so happy I almost threw my pillow at the ceiling. "Spend! Of course I'm spending it! Having money and not spending it is a crime! Quick, find me the most expensive, most luxurious club in the city with the hottest male models!" "I want to order eight of them at once!" I was poor my entire last life. Finally, it's my turn to be a sugar mama! 2 I quickly applied a cold, glamorous "ice queen" makeup look, picked out a stunning bright red dress, and spun a few times in front of the mirror. Great body. Curves in all the right places. Just like the real me. Satisfied. Just as I was about to leave, the phone rang. No caller ID. I answered it directly. "Chloe, it's been thirty minutes. Why aren't you here yet?" "Don't think just because you're my girlfriend you can do whatever you want. When you make a mistake, you apologize. Did you forget how to be a decent human being?" The disgust and impatience in his voice were practically dripping through the phone. I realized immediately—it was the scumbag. Gross. But I was in a good mood, so I decided to explain one last time. "Buddy, your girlfriend kicked the bucket. I'm a possessing spirit. So no, I won't be coming." "This person has absolutely nothing to do with you anymore. Don't contact me again. Byeee~" I hung up swiftly and blocked the number. Flipped my hair, stepped into my heels. "Let's go! Platinum Club!" 3 When the manager heard I wanted the most luxurious VIP suite and the most expensive male models, his smile nearly split his face. He hurriedly had someone show me the way and promised to bring their top guys over shortly. I was grinning ear to ear too. Never enjoyed life like this before. But before I even reached the suite, someone stopped me. "Yo, isn't that Chloe?" "I thought you had a backbone. You kept saying you wouldn't come, but here you are, rolling over like a dog." "Liam! Your girl is here!" I looked the guy up and down, confused. He was dressed decently, but his face screamed "NPC." Then, a stream of people poured out of the adjacent room. Someone started clapping. "I won the bet! I told you, she's trained like Liam's dog. Even if she throws a tantrum, she always comes back obediently." "Ten grand. Pay up." Another guy shook his head, sighing as he took out his phone to transfer the money. A man and a woman walked out from the center of the group. Judging by their looks and positioning, they were the alpha couple of the pack. The man sneered. "You finally decided to show up? I thought you were dead." I silently assessed the group and called the System. "System, who are these people? Is that the male lead?" "...Yes. I didn't know he was here." So this is the male lead, Liam. And the woman next to him must be the female antagonist, Sarah, that he mentioned. But— What does that have to do with me? I smiled and gave him an OK sign. "Yes, that's right. You should treat me as dead." "If you see me in the future, act like you saw a ghost. Pretend you didn't see me, okay?" I turned to enter my suite, but my arm was grabbed. Liam's face was long. "You're not apologizing?" "Why should I apologize?" "You knew Sarah was allergic to mangoes, yet you ordered a fruit platter with mangoes. She almost went into shock and had to go to the hospital. Shouldn't you apologize?" I laughed. "She knew she was allergic to mangoes, yet she ate from a fruit platter with mangoes. Is she brain-dead?" A weird silence fell over the scene. Until a sob broke it. "Liam, don't make it hard for Chloe. I believe she didn't do it on purpose. It was dark in the room, I ate the wrong thing by mistake. Let's just let it go." I immediately jumped on that. "Hear that? The Pick-me Girl said she ate it by mistake. What's wrong with you, forcing me to apologize?" "Let go. Let go." I shook his paw off my arm. Looking back, everyone's expressions were colorful. Sarah pointed at herself in disbelief. "...Did you call me a Pick-me Girl?" "Yeah, I speak my mind, don't take it personally. Besides, your face looks pretty green right now, any problem?" "Chloe, don't push it!" Liam roared. "If you didn't come to apologize, then why are you here?" "To beg me not to break up with you?" "Is this your attitude when begging me?" I crossed my arms, narrowed my eyes, and looked at him like he was an idiot. "Beg my ass. Dude, this is a club. What do you think I'm here for?" Just then, the manager arrived leading a row of flamboyantly dressed male models right to me. Every type you could imagine. The manager bowed fawningly. "Ms. Fang, I brought the guys. are you satisfied?" Silence fell over the hallway. I scanned the line, my eyes lighting up. "Yes! Yes! Bring them all in!" I told the manager to bring them into the suite and ordered several bottles of expensive wine. Looking back, Liam's group stood there, dumbfounded, staring at me like they had actually seen a ghost. 4 Just as I was about to enter the suite, my hand was grabbed for the second time. Again? Liam gritted his teeth. "Chloe, you came here to find men?!" I rolled a massive eye. "None of your business. I told you already, I'm not your girlfriend. Go accompany your high-maintenance tea set and stop annoying me." I tried to shake him off but couldn't. So I lifted my high heel and stomped down hard with the pointed stiletto. No mercy. Liam's face turned green, and he let go instantly. He wanted to scream but held it in, his face twisting, mouth twitching. "Fine, Chloe. You're really something." "Don't come crawling back to beg for my forgiveness later. Let's go!" Liam waved his hand, leading his group back into their room in a huff. But the people behind him seemed reluctant, clearly wanting to watch more drama. I flipped them off with zero class and click-clacked into my suite. As expected of the city's biggest gold mine. The quality of the male models was top-tier. Tan skin, pale skin, everyone had an eight-pack. Calling me "Sister" sweetly enough to melt my heart. I opened 6 bottles of champagne and touched enough abs to last a lifetime. I picked up the microphone and started singing my heart out. The boys were very supportive. Even though I sang terribly, they listened as if entranced. My piercing high notes occasionally attracted people passing by to peek in. Whatever. A diva naturally attracts an audience. I sat on the shoulders of the tallest, most muscular boy, singing with abandon. Just as I was about to hit a high note, Boom! The door was kicked open. Simultaneously, the 7 boys around me popped their party poppers. Confetti and petals filled the room, covering the intruder. Seeing the scene inside, the group at the door gasped. Liam was shaking with rage. "Chloe, get down!" ... This dog again! I patted the muscle boy's shoulder, signaling him to put me down. "Bro, you're haunting me. What do you want now?"
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