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Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all.

No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions.

NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST!

Emilin: [Who am I even?]

DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?]

LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.]

OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!]

BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.]

HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.]

BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

To Live Again, For the First Time!

"Not quite, I'm quite sane as of this moment, thank you," Owen replied with a playful smirk.

Mason rolled his eyes in response.

"Kid, this is illegal," his brows furrowed, thinking about how such a nice man like Zenon would be pulled into his son's mess if this got out of hand.

Mason wouldn't care about Owen's private love affairs, but if it stepped into illegal territory, he wasn't going to just sit back and watch either.

"Relax," Owen gestured for Mason to flip the page, which he did skeptically.

Mason casually read at first, that is until he had to reread the first paragraph 3 times just to make sure he was reading it correctly.

Mason's eyes shone thinking about the possibilities, thinking of the possible ways to use such valuable resources.

Dinner Pt IV: (New Business Partner)