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

Bryant and Oliver stared, uncertain.

This was not the Lav they knew. Not the one who once fought like fire, felt like thunder. The light in her eyes had dulled. No fury, no fight. Just a strange, quiet emptiness. "Why do you both look like I am falling apart?" She asked, still smiling faintly.

Bryant swallowed hard. He had not thought it would feel this wrong, seeing her laugh like that. Oliver reached for her hand, brushing his fingers against hers. Cold. Her skin felt like ice soaked in silence. "Lav," his voice low, concerned,

Her eyes flicked to him, unreadable. And for a breath, she didn't answer. Lav glanced at their faces, a soft smile playing on her lips, detached, almost unrecognizable.

His despair