Hera_Cordelia

{Warning: Mature content}
To attain money and her life back, she is ready to seduce the big shots!

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 "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!
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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}

Ten Million Dollars Mission

Due to the fact that she was merely checking the atmosphere and the structure design of the club, L quickly returned after finishing the wine. There wasn't the target present also which urged her to go back. "Drugs. Fights. And the prostitution" Laying on the bed, L mumbled.

There sure was a lot of cases happening behind the curtains. Yakuza. Her expectations were not that high. But she did not anticipate such a scene for sure. The club managed by the second-in-command was already this nauseous. Imagine how it would be with their leader, Keiji.

Although she did not know who the people inside were, she could at least guess they came from powerful families. The aura on the second floor was just different; the young men enjoying the youth in their own way. The young women, also seemed to be relishing the setting in there.

Laurestine Pierre