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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!

"What is it that you recalled, hm?" Maverick stopped mulling over spilled milk.

"Oh right!" Margo felt like she was about to forget about this matter again if not for her father's timely reminder.

"The 2 business partners along with their assistants and Owen will be coming soon, but we don't really have a specific tour route around here. I wanted to ask for your opinion on how to go about this," Margo asked her father.

It was clear that she didn't bother making any plans of her own, having complete trust in Maverick's judgment.

In the end, this was still her father's farm, he knew this place the best.

Even her brother, who had been working hard for years so that he could properly inherit this place wouldn't say that he knew this place half as well as his own father.

This was the difference between one who built their own kingdom and the ones who inherit it.

Visitors Pt I: (Differential Treatment T-T)