I possessed the evil character

The maid with reddish, curly hair ran toward me, holding a pair of slippers.

"Madam, why are you walking around barefoot?"

Hearing the word "madam," I raised both brows and pointed at myself. "Me?"

She quickly placed the slippers down. "Who else would I call madam apart from you?"

Excitement flickered in my eyes, and an evil grin spread across my face as I slipped my feet into the cozy-looking slippers.

Hah, finally, I am rich.

"Madam, you seem to be in a good mood today," the maid said, her expression shifting into a mischievous grin.

"Hm?"

"Although I hate to ruin your mood, hiding this from you would be a crime," she continued, her face now wearing a teary, dramatic expression.

"Madam, Tina was trying to steal your red pendant, and I caught her red-handed!"

Aha! I pressed my fingers against my temple, activating the vast ocean of knowledge I had accumulated from years of reading novels. This brain was a treasure trove of all the stories I had ever read.

Could it be? Had I possessed the body of the evil character?

The curly-haired maid waved her hand in front of my face. "Madam, are you that shocked?" she asked, looking genuinely concerned.

"Oh no, no! I'm not shocked…I mean yes....yes... I am. I was just thinking about the punishment I should give her."

The other maid suddenly dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "Madam… madam, please listen to me!" she cried.

Tears dripped onto the floor as she stammered, "I really… I really didn't steal anything!"

Hmm…

Now, this was a dilemma. One maid was crying on her knees, but she could be a White Lotus in disguise. The other maid stood there with a grin, but she might just be loyal to her master.

This is so hard!

How do those women in novels make such tough decisions with just a flick of their fingers? I mean, look at this situation—you never know who's a friend and who's a foe!

I squinted at both of them, my mind racing.

And the most terrifying thought haunting me right now? I mustn't act out of this body's set character.

That damned hamster! Why hasn't he transferred the memories to me yet? I screamed internally

I was about to make a judgment just like those legendary evil characters in novels when the voice of a woman interrupted me.

Who is the angel who saved me from walking on the path of destruction?

"What...what are you doing, child?" A woman in her 40s, wearing simple yet elegant clothes, spoke up.

Child?!

Her eyes were filled with genuine concern, and her voice trembled slightly.

Her gaze was directed at me, so I assumed she was speaking to me. I turned to reply, but before I could, the red-haired girl stepped forward.

"How many times has madam told you she doesn't like to be disturbed early in the morning?" Her voice was sharp and cutting.

With her dramatic delivery, I now know two things:

First, yes, I have possessed the body of an evil character.

And second, this redhead is definitely not my friend.

I placed my hand on her shoulder from behind and gave her a tight-lipped smile. You're ruining my life, babes.

I shouldn't act out of character if I don't want to end up in an asylum.

I turned toward the older woman with a cold expression. "It's nothing," I replied flatly.

Her face fell, and her eyes seemed to shimmer with hurt. She lowered her gaze and turned to walk away.

Damn. Did I just hurt her feelings?

After taking a few steps, she paused and glanced back at me with low spirits.

"If...if you want, you can come down to eat with us," she said hesitantly.

Okay, this is my chance to gather more information about where I am. Until that hamster finishes his date and decides to give me this body's memories, I have to rely on myself.

"Okay," I replied.

I don't know if my words shocked them too much, but the redhead, the girl on her knees, and even the older woman were staring at me with wide eyes and slack jaws.

Wait...this body doesn't go around beating people, right?

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INSIDE A STUDY ROOM

A study room furnished with modern and luxurious furniture. Sitting amidst it all was a man in a wheelchair.

He wore a sleek black turtleneck that covered his broad neck yet sharpened the outline of his Adam's apple. A thin silver chain gleamed at the pocket of the shirt he wore on top. His hair, neatly combed back, added a polished look. He seemed like a painting, basking under the soft sunlight streaming through the white curtains.

Flipping through some papers, he spoke. "How many times have I told you to replace these curtains with the old ones?" His voice was calm yet commanding, his attention still fixed on the papers in front of him.

Leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, Lucifer, his left-hand man, chuckled. "Oh, come on, Boss. Who even likes those old-fashioned black curtains anymore?"

Lucifer stepped toward the window and ran his fingers over the fabric of the white curtains, a smirk playing on his lips. "You see, these are perfect for wiping your hands. And since they're always hanging here, we don't have to search around for towels."

The boss sighed heavily.

Felix, his right-hand man, was seated on a nearby couch with one leg crossed over the other, browsing through a tablet. Without looking up, he remarked, "What were you expecting from him, Boss?"

Lucifer pouted. "Are you mocking me?"

Felix glanced at him briefly. "Should I praise you for that observation?"

"Don't! I doubt it would sound pleasant," Lucifer shot back, rolling his eyes