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

Despite the fact that she had lost contact with Ryuu for three days, L managed to enjoy the time being here. Now, sitting on the sofa with a phone in her grasp, she locked herself in the apartment, until the problem came knocking on the door that evening.

L's brows wrinkled over the sound of doorbell. Who could it be? Definitely not Ryuu. She walked forward to take a look at the doorbell camera. It was a man with unfamiliar face. "A delivery man? But he's in suit" Perplexed, L opened the door while putting up her guard.

If anything, she's using her muscle memory to throw a fist. "Miss Laurestine Pierre?" Confusion wandered in L's gaze. Spot on? Her name causally escaped between his lips as if he had known her for months. "May I know who you are?" She returned a question politely.

His guilt