How to make someone closer?

That is to ask them for help. 

It might sound pretty strange, but when you ask someone to help their relationship become closer to each other, but of course, you can't ask something impossible. 

"What is it? I'll do it for you," Utaha asked with an expectation. 

"I hope you can persuade Machida-san to resign from her office," Haru said. 

"......." 

Utaha blinked her eyes and seemed to be very shocked. "Why?" Her relationship with Machida was quite close and it surprised her to hear his request. 

"I want to buy a publishing company for myself," Haru said. 

!!!!!!

"What? Really?! You're not lying?" Utaha seemed to be very surprised when she heard it. 

Haru nodded and said, "Yes, I have thought that Machida is suitable to manage the company that I am going to buy." 

"What publishing house?" Utaha asked hurriedly. 

"Media Factory," Haru answered. 

"Media Factory." Utaha murmured and felt a bit surprised about his choice. She knew quite well about this publisher's house since it was one of the famous light novel publishers along with anime, games, and manga magazines. 

"What do you think of Machida? Do you think that she is suitable?" Haru asked. 

Utaha thought for a while and nodded. "I have to admit that as long as there is a chance she can show her power." She looked at him and asked, "But are you alright with that? Machida-san is very young." 

"Isn't being young good? She can accept change and she is very ambitious," Haru said. 

"Why not Kadokawa?" Utaha asked. She thought about the company where she and Haru published their books together. 

Haru shook his head and said, "Too expensive. I don't think that it is worth it to buy that company." He had a lot of comics, novels, anime, games, and a lot of things on his head. He thought that it was better to buy a medium publishing company that was quite famous rather than making it from zero. 

"Good, I will help you," Utaha said. She thought for a while and asked, "Have you invited her? Your relationship is very good, right?" Her tone was quite sour when she asked this question. 

Haru smiled and held her hand. "You don't need to be jealous. Our relationship is close but not as close as the two of us." He moved his head closer and kissed her forehead. 

Utaha smiled sweetly looking at him then suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right! I have brought my manuscript, do you want to read it?" 

"Sure," Haru said. 

Utaha took out her manuscript, but she became slightly nervous when she wanted to give it to him. She took a deep breath and said, "Read it." 

"Good." Haru nodded and took her manuscript. He opened it and took his reading glasses. It wasn't that he had bad eyes, but it had become a habit after Megumi had brought him these glasses. He wore his glasses and started to read it. 

Utaha had a calm expression, but her heart wasn't calm. She was happy that Haru had decided to buy a publishing company and she was also happy to help him to persuade Machida to join his company, but she was slightly disappointed when he didn't invite her to his company. She was disappointed, but she was more spirited to show her power to him. However, she had to admit that these glasses on his face seemed handsome giving him a scholar image. 

Haru didn't need a long time to read Utaha's manuscript. He had to admit that it was quite interesting, but he knew that she could do more. He placed the manuscript on the table and said, "First, as a fan, I have to say that I am really happy to read your first manuscript." 

Utaha smiled and said, "Thank you." 

"It's good, but you can do better," Haru said. 

"Do better?" Utaha raised her eyebrow. 

"I have to remind you first that you have told me that you want to become the best-selling writer, right?" Haru said. 

"That's right." Utaha nodded. 

"I can't pamper you when I read your manuscript. I need to be strict in this situation since I don't want to become a shackle that is preventing you from growing," Haru said. 

Utaha felt warm inside hearing his words and nodded. "Don't hesitate and tell me anything." 

"Really?" Haru said. 

"Yes, do it. I am ready," Utaha said, trying to provoke him. 

"Good, let me tell you what is wrong with this manuscript....." Haru said and started with his analysis. 

Utaha listened to him then her expression turned ugly then she also started to get angry at him. 

They started to argue with each other about this manuscript. 

Utaha who listened to Haru had her own argument and told him what she had thought during this editing session. Even though she had to admit some of Haru's ideas were very good, she didn't want to admit it. 

Their discussion was quite long and they had stayed in this cafe for a few hours. 

"Y - You bastard," Utaha said while looking at him hatefully. 

"I love you," Haru said and kissed her forehead. 

Utaha still had a resentment on her heart, but everything disappeared when she was kissed. She snuggled into his arms and said, "You're really a sadist." 

"I have told you before that I won't pamper you. Your dream is big and it isn't easy," Haru said. 

"I know," Utaha said in a low voice. 

"But I am here, I might be very strict during an editing session, but I'll pamper you with a lot more," Haru said and kissed her hair. 

Utaha looked at him and asked, "Is this carrot and stick method?" 

"This is love," Haru said. 

"......" Utaha sighed and thought that there were a lot of things that she needed to change. 

"That's right, can I ask you one more request?" Haru said. 

"What is it?" Utaha asked. 

"Cancel your contract and come to my company," Haru said. 

"........" Utaha was surprised when she heard it. "I thought that you didn't have an interest in my book." 

"No, I have a really big interest. I'll pay the cancellation fee and make you the writer in my company later," Haru said. 

Utaha snorted and said, "You want to make money from this talented writer?" 

"Yes, but you don't need to worry that your contract is going to be good since you're the girlfriend of the CEO," Haru said. 

Utaha rolled her eyes and suddenly thought of something. "CEO falling in love with a normal girl?" 

Haru looked at Utaha and thought this woman might have a strange idea for a new book.

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I have completed editing of chapters 7-25, I have completed formatt editing there just some stuff I just realized I need to check on with the format for good measure, I have also added the disclaimers and reposted chapters 7-25. Keep in mind that all authors notes are unaltered.

In the edited chapters some plot holes but not all plot-holes have been fixed and removed, the plot remains the same its just their was some conflicting information in the now edited chapters.

The illustration I made of Rocyl's symbol has been removed and is neither on any platforms or in the manuscript.

I did this when I was reposting because I was tired and hungry and I am still hungry as I write this... Hopefully after I check my notifications I can go down stairs and eat food.

Chapters 1-6 were edited far before book one was complete late at night a few months ago last year I think it was last year, so if there are still errors in there it cuz I was tired when I was editing them.
Chapters 26-60 were edited before being posted and after being written.

All I need to do now is noted down chapter title pages so I can add the table of contents then get the illustration done before publishing book 1 on amazon.

There were some strange glitches on royalroad.com were the text was black in dark mode, I went back and fixed that. However if anyone notices similiar glitches on my chapters please notify me, I will see what I can do.

Last but not least when I was reposting I messed up reposting a chapter on tapas.io I was unable to correct my mistake and so I did something I should've done long ago. I deleted my series on tapas.io

However I still have chapters on royalroad.com scribblehub.com webnovel.com and P A T R E O N .

So be at ease.

Thus I do believe this wraps up the announcement.

Have a good day and wish me luck.

I have this story on Webnovel.com Scribblehub.com and Royalroad.com I have deleted my series on Tapas.io I am on P A T R E O N, besides these websites I have not published this story anywhere else.
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Ethereal.

A Primordial Storm.

A Hyper-Sentient Being A God?

No.

But his creations seem to think so?

Whole worlds sculpted from his own body.

Countless denizens living and breathing on and within his worlds.

Immortal Powerful Overseers descended from one born in the primordial Origin.

Massive Guardians Dragons that birthed all dragon-kind.All serving you, all look up to you.

Yet you say no, you are not a God.

Because I am not.

I can be hurt.

I can be killed.

I have limits.

My Power is Finite, not Infinite.

Thus I am not a god.

I used to think It was only me in the void, but I am not alone.

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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"Well, Eric, would you let my publishing house take care of your book ?" Michael Klaus didn't try to hide his intentions, as he very bluntly said.
 
Eric looked at the already printed and bounded manuscript that the black girl gave him, and said to Michael Klaus: "I'm sorry, Michael, though I appreciate your recognition, but you know, I want to try my luck with some of the larger publishing houses. Parents hope for their children to make it to the Ivy League, don't they ?"
 
Michael did not have the slightest expression of contempt or displeasure as he smiled and said: "Eric, you don't seem to have a full understanding of those large publishing companies, maybe we could find a place to talk, I know a cafe not far from here, my treat, how about it ?"
 
Eric took back the manuscript, and put it into his bag as he straightforwardly replied: "I'm sorry, Michael, I'm late for work, if in the future my manuscript gets rejected by those publishers, I will contact you."
 
Eric carried his backpack and got out of the printing shop, he started his car and drove towards the restaurant.
Michael hesitated a little, before immediately rushing out of the shop, getting into his car and following him. He had a feeling that if he missed this opportunity, he might regret it forever. This feeling he got was 30% because the Jurassic Park novel and 70% because of that young man called Eric.
 
Although he had only read the top half of the novel, Michael was surprised by the lad's knowledge. It had to be known that teens his age may have never heard of genetic engineering, chaos theory, nanotechnology and other high-tech factors. But not only was this kid well documented, he also used that vocabulary in a way that didn't actually make you lose interest in the novel, and instead added to the fascinating twists of the plot.
 
He had seen many types of sci-fi novels, but most of them used those scientific terms in a very boring way, that type of fiction was obviously not for all types of readers.
 
Eric parked his car on the parking lot and turned around to find a black car stopping not far away. Michael Klaus got out, he had apparently followed him. This served to satisfy Eric's vanity. His favourable impression of Michael was seriously growing.
 
"Hey, Eric-"  Michael waved his hand and was about to speak when Eric pointed at his watch and said: "That, Michael, you see, it's nine and I work in this Italian restaurant as a waiter, if you don't mind ordering breakfast, the bar and restaurant are basically deserted before 10 o'clock." Michael nodded knowingly and followed Eric as he walked into a restaurant.
 
Eric changed his clothes and came out, Michael had been sitting at a window seat, an empty breakfast plate in front of him.
 
"I explained the situation to Mr. Jeff, but you have to hurry." Eric sat across Michael, smiled and said: "I might be young, but I'm not that easily persuaded."
 
Michael laughed: "I believe after you hear my explanation you will certainly give it to me to publish. As I just said, you probably don't know those big publishers, but, I have worked at Simon & Schuster for eleven years, I did everything, from the most basic things to editing. Because I failed in the competition for the department manager position, I left and founded my own The Night Elves publishing house."
 
"What does that have to do with me ?" Because of his past life as a loser, Eric feared hearing about other people struggle stories, and couldn't help but interrupt.
 
"Relax, young man, I  just want to make you understand that I'm not kidding around and that my words are the truth. You know, I was originally editing reviews at first, every day I reviewed tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of words from drafts, although there were a lot of, ehm, bad manuscripts, there were also a lot of works that got published. At least 2000 different kinds of books make it each year. Even if you got published, they already have thousands of ongoing publications, how much promotional marketing resources do you think they'll use on a newbie ?"
 
Michael finished, stopped and took a sip of water, leaving Eric some room to process. Eric already got the idea but did not say anything, he kept staring at Michael, indicating him to keep going.
 
Michael followed:  "My publishing house might be small, but with my years of experience and knowledge on publishing and marketing, it has always been doing well. Science fiction, adventure, and horror novels, although we only publish about a dozen novels each year, we still have a certain amount of reputation in the industry. If you give Jurassic Park to me, I promise to put in all the resources we have towards promoting your novel in the shortest time possible and help Jurassic Park  build some fame. With my help, and under my guidance, your novel will have higher chances to make it into the bestseller list."
 
Michael laid all his cards on the table, then quietly waited for Eric's decision.
 
After hearing Michael's rant, Eric was still somewhat concerned. Even if a small publishing house put in all their resources, how much could that possibly be ?
 
His mind was still that of a middle-aged man, he had experienced a lot in his past life and had seen all kinds of people. So of course he wouldn't be so hot-blooded as to change his mind with only a few words. However, there were two points that Michael mentioned that kept hitting his sensitive strings:  in the shortest time possible,  and, help Jurassic Park build some fame.
 
No matter the era, fame had always been an intangible but incredibly useful asset. From Eric's point of view, the only obstacle to the implementation of his plan was his young age that would prevent him from receiving other's full trust and support.
 
But with enough fame, this shortcoming disappears. If an eighteen-year-old freshly graduated high school student were to become a movie director, people would just laugh in contempt. But if an eighteen-year-old talented writer becomes one, the results would definitely not be the same. Sure, there would still be criticism, but there would also be some who would think along the lines of: Damn, that genius kid is quite fierce.
 
Eric said: "I have to admit, Michael, you kinda moved me there. However, these are only promises, I still know nothing about your publishing house."
 
"It's very easy to change that," Michael calmly said: "One of the authors my publishing house is in charge of made it into the recent New York Times best-sellers list. Although he only made it into the last place, it didn't stop Twentieth Century Fox from purchasing the movie rights. It'll probably be made into a film in the following years."
 
Eric didn't doubt Michael's words, those kinds of things could be easily looked up. He said: "So, when do we start talking about this cooperation ?"
 
Michael was stunned for a second before stammering: "Y-you, you'll agree ?"
 
"Yes," Eric nodded and smiled, "To be honest, I just can't wait to see my novel hit the shelves."
 
"Alright so how about tonight ? I think you may need to work now." Michael pointed at the restaurant's entrance where guests were gradually increasing.
 
After the two men agreed on the meeting place, Michael left the restaurant satisfied.
 
"Eric, what did you talk about with that man ? You look unusually happy." Jeff asked. Eric had just told him that he had to discuss something important with a friend, so he was a bit curious.
 
Eric handed the menus over to the guests and then their orders to his colleagues in the kitchen, before replying: "Oh yeah, awesome news Jeff, that man is the owner of a publishing house, I will soon be published."
 
Jeff was a little confused, and asked as he looked at Eric strangely: "Publish a novel ? Didn't you tell me yesterday that you wanted to become a director, that you had written a script ? Are you going to give up on your dream so quickly to become a writer instead ?"
 
Eric said: "Of course not, my goal hasn't changed, writing won't prevent me from becoming a director now, will it ? The manuscript is in my backpack in the locker room, Jeff do you mind taking a look and giving me your opinion ?"
 
Jeff made his way to the locker room in puzzlement, he thought that Eric's novel would probably only be a thousand words short story, so when he saw the thick stack of paper that made up the manuscript, Jeff's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. There was definitely more than 150,000 words, in his entire life he probably hadn't even written so much !
 
He spent the lunch period busiest hours in leisure. The restaurant's staff was taken aback when they realized their boss seemed to have disappeared for several hours. For that old man who always hanged around to suddenly go AWOL, it was definitely weird.
 
When they were discussing if they should go look for him, Jeff came out from the locker room, patted Eric's shoulder and said: "Brilliant novel, you'll probably resign soon." With these words, Jeff left. Once their boss' figure disappeared, a group of people surrounded Eric to inquire about what happened.
 
And that's how, for the whole afternoon, from time to time waiters and kitchen staff members would take turns to go into the locker room to read Eric's work. A beautiful waitress even coyly asked him if she could take a it home.
 
Although Eric wasn't indifferent to the beautiful girl's flirtatious winks, he could only decline such a request. He had a few copies of the novel, and lending her one was not a problem, but before the book was published, he didn't want any untoward accidents to happen.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

The next morning Arial was at her desk and putting together the final touches for Harold's speech at the big party tomorrow. He would be one of the publishing houses' guest speakers at the event tomorrow. Adryn had let her know that he had heard rumors that they were going to also be announcing a possible movie deal for several of the publishing groups' novels. This was a big deal, as Adryn had been on the team working to secure such a deal for a long time. He had been almost as excited about her manuscript as his news, which had made her feel so special last night. 

She normally wore the same cocktail dress to these events, but had at the last minute popped out this week and bought a new one. The red, sparkler fit her like a glove and made her feel so sexy. It was absolutely not her style, and yet something about it had spoken to her the minute she walked into the boutique. 

Adryn as her date also added to her overall excitement. He knew everyone and was a big extrovert making sure she was introduced into the conversations as his date, and not just sitting on the outskirts as a wallflower. She was more easily to hear all the gossip and tattle, so she had information Harold would request come Monday morning. This spying on others was the least favorite part of the job, but she understood in this cutthroat business everyone took whatever edge they could. 

Now that she had provided Adryn her manuscript, she glanced at the phone on her desk. She wanted to call Mr. 1288 and report her mission success. It was so foolish, that someone she had talked to just a handful of times, could play so prominently into her actions. She chuckled, he was probably some overweight, computer geek that never left his cubicle and if they did meet she wouldn't give him the time of day. The truth was in her mind, he was tall, dark and beautiful with the voice of a god. 

She picked up the phone and dialed it. 

It rang, and rang and rang. 

No voicemail came online. 

No man came online. 

After close to twelve rings, she hung up. 

"See, you are so dumb," she chastised herself, trying to keep the ridiculous disappointment at bay. It was the wrong number after all and not a lifetime commitment. 

She shook her head to clear thoughts spinning, and turned toward her computer. She was determined to make it a productive day, so she set to editing the manuscript she had been working on. Several hours later, leaning back surprised at how much time had passed. She stood, rolled her shoulders and took a small break. 

As she was to sit again, the door opened and a courier walked in with this small bouquet of pale pink roses, in a pretty vase. For a moment, she imagined that someone cared enough for her to send such a sweet sentiment in her direction. She scoffed. 

"I'm sorry, I think you are in the wrong office," she said sweetly. 

"Arial?" He asked her reading the card in the middle of the flowers. 

"Yes," she said trying to figure out who in the world would have sent these. 

"The courier placed the arrangement on the corner of her desk," and backed out slowly still staring at her, before spinning on his heels and exiting. 

She walked slowly over to the perfect arrangement. Not once in her life, had she received flowers at work? The action was unsettling, as she thought through the options of who might have provided such a sweet token. Mr. 1288? Hopefully not! That would mean he knew who she was, but she didn't have the faintest idea of his identity. That would take some of the ease and mystery out of that for her she reasoned. No other names came to mind for secret admirers. Finally, fed up with her own thoughts, she reached out and snatched up the card. 

"I'm so sorry - just remember I did it for your own good! Adryn"

The words jumped off the page at her, and she felt tiny tendrils of panic start to spread throughout her body. What had he done? This was a big apology, and nothing he had ever done to date warranted such as this. She calmly took a breath in, and then out moving to answer the phone as the phone buzzed. 

"Byron Gertz" reflected on the caller id. Her heart fluttered to the skies. He was VP of New Acquisitions and was legendary for the works he was known to have secured for their publishing house. Many of them had already been purchased and turned to movies or television serials. 

"Harold Tolverson's office," Arial answered the phone trying to sound professional, despite her hands shaking. 

"Arial Heart?" The man's voice came through, not even his administrative assistant who was known to be a bear that protected anyone trying to get to Byron. 

"Yes?"

"Could you come up to my office?"

"When?"

"How about now?"

"Mr. Tolverson isn't in yet," she whispered trying to swallow down the panic around her throat closing. 

"No worries, I just need to see you," he said gruffly. 

"Okay," she squeaked and without another word replaced the receiver in its cradle. 

The phone immediately rang again, and it was 1288. She couldn't deal with that right now. He was going to get no answer from her until she knew what was going on upstairs. She didn't want to break the spell Mr. 1288 had on her with the stress coursing through her veins. She thought to call Adryn, but was afraid she might bark something at him she would regret. 

Standing, she tried inhaling and exhaling away from the stress as she checked her reflection in a small mirror she removed from her purse. A light touch up of her lip gloss was the best she could do with that pale, wide-eyed face. She needed to be on her way. 

As she traveled the hallway to the elevators in a trance, her brain couldn't process anything going on at this moment. Hitting the top button selection once inside, and she was on her way. The entire time she tried to come up with the reason for this visit. She had messed up Harold's last manuscript. No, Byron wasn't dealing with Harold's work at all. Nothing! She could not come up with anything.

As she took in the opulent surroundings as she exited the elevator, so different from the utilitarian floor she had just left, it did nothing to salve her nerves. She stepped up to the receptionist and waited patiently trying to stop kneading her hands together. 

"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked. 

"Arial Heart, to see Mr. Gertz."

"Ah yes, he is expecting you. If you would have a seat, I'll let him know you are here," said the receptionist sealing her fate. 

Arial would just have to be patient a moment longer to see what this life changing request of her presence would bring.

When Arial calls the wrong extension at work, she find a voice on the other end she wants to call again or maybe he could be the one she was looking for all along.

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Gun-Ho received an email from Jae-Sik Moon who was working at GH Media as a chief editor. He sent to Gun-Ho the translated manuscript of Professor Jien Wang's book— Economy Trend in China for the 21st Century. It was the final version with all necessary editing work and ready to be published. The book became even thicker after being translated into Korean and it was 400 pages.
Jae-Sik Moon changed the book title from 'Economy Trend in China for the 21st Century' to 'Economy Prospect in China for the 21st Century.' He modified some parts of the translated version to make it smoother while giving more flavor to it.
"Is this really done by Jae-Sik? Wow. I knew he was good, but I didn't know he was this good."
Gun-Ho started reading the translated manuscript of Jien Wang's book. He thought he should read it before giving Jae-Sik any comment or response. However, it was too much.
"Whew. It will take forever to finish this book. It hurts my eyes too."
Gun-Ho replied to Jae-Sik's email after finishing only the first ten pages.
"I received the manuscript. It looks good. I think it is ready to be published."
 
Gun-Ho received a phone call from Min-Hyeok Kim who was working at Suzhou City, China. He said he found a good storage building.
"The building is 300 pyung, but the land is huge. It's 1,000 pyung. With the yard this big, it would be easy for vehicles to make turns."
"I guess we can build an additional building there in the future if necessary."
"Of course, there is plenty of space for an additional building."
"So, is the owner selling the land?"
"He said he would. He said the land is not Hua fa land, but it is Zhuanrang land, so it is transferable."
Gun-Ho was somewhat knowledgeable about real estate in China.
"Zhuanrang?"
"Correct. Zhuanrang land is transferable and can be used as collateral for a loan while Hua fa land is not since it was leased by the government for free. It cannot be transferred, leased, or used as collateral."
"Sometimes they said it is Zhuanrang land, but later we might find out it is not. Many Korean companies fell into that trap when they did business in China. Is the seller an individual?"
"No, it's a clothing manufacturing company."
"What about the location?"
"Its location is not bad at all. It's close to our factory and Suzhou Industrial Park."
 
Suzhou Industrial Park is an industrial park located in Suzhou City, which was jointly developed by China and Singapore. Many large Korean companies are located in this industrial park including Samsung Group.
 
"Even though we might later find out it is not Zhuanrang land, it is still attractive since it is located close to the industrial park."
"Why don't you come and visit the storage building to make sure you like it?"
"Well, Suzhou City is a good location anyway. Not just Suzhou Industrial Park, but Hyundai and Posco are there too. Volvo, Mazda, Nissan, and other global companies are there as well. Let's get the storage building in that area. It would be even better if that land is really Zhuanrang."
"You know what? I took a position as a general manager in our Kookmin University alumni association here in China."
"Oh, for the classmates from Koomin University who are in China right now?"
"Yeah. I didn't know there were so many of us here. We did once gather in Shanghai. 20 people came, which is a lot. Most of them are employees in a branch office of a company in Korea. They are team leaders or assistant managers in their companies. That is the usual position in a company at our age."
"Really? I guess it will help your sales, huh?"
"Yeah. They actually helped me a lot already."
"When you meet with them, you can use our company credit card to have liquor or food with them."
"I'm not going to use the company credit card for everyone from that association, but I will if I meet some of them who are working for a company which could possibly make a contract with us."
"How's it going with the girl who you have been dating? You said she is teaching English in Shanghai International School."
"I think I will marry her next spring. I guess I will have to have a wedding twice."
"Why?"
"Since she is a Korean Chinese, we will have to do the wedding once in China and once in Korea."
"Oh, hahaha. So you get married two times, huh?"
"My mom asked a fortune teller about my fate, and she said I am destined to marry twice."
"That sounds about right."
"Hahaha."
"As to the storage building, I will come to China sometime next week. I will talk to you later then."
 
Gun-Ho went to the bank in Gangnam to meet with the branch manager.
"There is a real property that I am interested in. It is located at the entrance of G Garosugil Road in Sinsa Town. It's a 19-floor building with a 370 pyung land, and its total floor space is 4,200 pyung."
"It must be very expensive."
"I was told that its current fair market price is 200 billion won."
"Wow. It is expensive."
"If I purchase this building, how much can you support me?"
"I will lend the money as much as you want; however, if you buy the building personally, not with the company's name, DTI (Debt to Income) will apply. Moreover, Sinsa Town is a restricted area for speculation, so we might not be allowed to lend you a significant amount."
"What if I buy it with my real estate development company's name?"
"If you buy it for business purposes, it would be a different story; however, since the building is very expensive, I will still have to discuss it with our head office."
"How much cash do you think I have to bring in at a minimum?"
"I would say that you would need at least 40% of the price. Well, it might work with less than 40% of the price since we can use the security deposit. How much cash are you thinking of investing in?"
"I intend to use 20%."
"Even 20% of the price will be 40 billion won. Do you have that much cash?"
"I came here to discuss with you because I have it."
"Really? You have 40 billion won in cash. Wow. You are indeed a big player in the field."
The branch manager was astonished, and the assistant manager of the bank who was sitting outside the office turned his head to the office when he heard the sound of the branch manager.
 
"Either you buy that building or not, why don't you store your 40 billion won in our bank?"
"I have it stored in my stock account."
"We do stock trading too. Why don't you move to our bank? We are very good at stock trading."
Gun-Ho didn't respond to the branch manager's suggestion, and the branch manager started thoroughly looking at the documents that Gun-Ho brought. He might have felt embarrassed.
"The building owner has a lot of debt, and some of them are from our bank. You can take it over once you buy the building."
"Maybe I should contact the owner."
"The owner with this expensive building must be rich. Why does he want to sell the building?"
"He has children who have different mothers and that gives him a headache."
The branch manager grinned.
"That makes sense. Once the building owner dies, the children from the current wife will inherit more than the children from prior spouse. And those children won't stay quiet."
"What if the first wife is still alive?"
"Well, in that case, we will have to see who is recorded as his legal spouse."
"Mr. Branch Manager, you probably want to be very careful with women too."
"Haha. I am not capable of doing anything complicated like that. The only asset I have is a condo that I am living in. President Goo, you haven't been in any complicated situation like that?"
"I don't do that."
Well, Gun-Ho had a beautiful woman already—Mori Aikko. He had no reason to look for another woman.
"President Goo, why don't you leave the documents with me, which you brought? I will examine and analyze it. I am anticipating having another good business with you, sir."

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

The system disconnected, and the gaming hub was unlocked. Feng Bujue sat up and let out a long sigh. It was noon, and the sunlight was filling up the room.
Feng Bujue live alone on the thirteenth floor, the top floor, of an apartment building. His parents knew that they had no role in his story, so they took the money that Feng Bujue gave them and disappeared from his life. The main character was thus left to himself, and this saved the author the trouble of coming up with two names for unimportant characters. Was he not clever?
Glancing at the time, Feng Bujue realized that his gaming session had only been fifteen minutes. In Thriller Paradise's non-sleeping mode, the passage of time was only half the passage of time in real life. In other words, he felt like he had spent thirty minutes in the game earlier. For sleeping mode, due to the intensity of the connectivity, the time could be slowed down up to ten times, which was what they referred to as 'still time in dream'. If the player did not log off, he could complete eighty hours of content in just one night. Of course, this almost meant that he was going through eight hours of consecutive dreams, and this would lead to serious headaches the next day. The gaming manual had already stated the warning; they did not suggest players go over four hours in sleeping mode. Feng Bujue had read and remembered that warning.
By the way, it was broad daylight, and Feng Bujue had nothing to attend to? Yes, he was that free…
The man was a novelist, and many readers must be thinking, Is he some kind of super author who does not need to write and can just live off of his royalties?
Obviously, that was not the case.
Feng Bujue was known but definitely not well-known. His writing was not bad, and every single one of his manuscripts could find a publisher. Essentially, he was that kind of author who would never run into a windfall but would never die from starvation.
He wrote a two-page column for a weekly magazine; it was a periodical for a detective story. The manuscript was handed in every month, and if the quality was not up to par, it would be rejected. The editing had to be done latest by the end of the month, and the payment was counted monthly.
But with this single income, he could barely eke out a living in City S. Therefore, he had another job writing a serial detective novel, the ones that you could find on shelves. Whenever he completed a book, Feng Bujue would earn some money, and that was enough to keep his life afloat.
In that case, why would he be so free during the day?
That was easy to explain, and to borrow Feng Bujue's own words to clarify his current living and writing situation, 'when inspiration struck, there would be meat, fish and cakes; when inspiration eluded him, there would be instant noodle and bread.' His current life was of the latter phase.
The man was a happy-go-lucky person. Since the pen would not move, forcing it would be pointless. Therefore, he went to unwind. Actually, that was not right; this was what they called 'finding inspiration'.
Therefore, basically, it was a miracle to expect someone like Feng Bujue to hand in his script on time every month.
At the middle of every month, the editor from the magazine would rush over on his bike, and Feng Bujue's landlady would use her golden finger called the spare key to push his door open and spare no prisoners.
Feng Bujue would be prepared for that day. He used his pillow as a shield and his manuscript as weapon. He stood in his room waiting for his two adversaries to arrive, and they would fight three hundred rounds, from dawn till dusk. In the end, there was nothing Feng Bujue could do but surrender with the admission, "Money? Don't have any. All I have is this stack of manuscripts."
Fine, perhaps it was not that exaggerated, but that was the gist of the main character's life.
Now, Feng Bujue's friend. As they say, birds of a feather flock together, so was Feng Bujue's friend any better than he was? Well, surprisingly, his friend was indeed better than he was.
The man's name was Wang Tanzhi, Feng Bujue's childhood friend. They had been friends since kindergarten, and they had remained classmates until high school graduation. Wang Tanzhi had gotten into medical school while Feng Bujue had joined society.
The closeness between the two could be explained through both a fact and a speculation. First, the fact. Why would Wang Tanzhi enroll himself in medical school? That was because, since he was a child, Feng Bujue had dreamed of becoming a modern Sherlock Holmes, and since Holmes' assistant, Watson, was an old military doctor…
Now for the speculation. If Wang Tanzhi was a female, then you would see my story in the female section because Miss Wang would have surrendered herself to Feng Bujue many years ago. Your mind might be going someplace due to that saucy speculation, but remember, that was just speculation. Both were straight males.
Wang Tanzhi came from money, but how much money? That was not important. In any case, he could enjoy a good life without lifting a finger in his life. He was quite handsome and slightly taller than Feng Bujue, 180 centimeters. He was polite, kind, and rather fainthearted. He disliked the spotlight and was humble and tolerant.
There were not many negative things to say about the man, and that formed a weird contrast to Feng Bujue. Everyone had nothing but praise for Wang Tanzhi, but Feng Bujue was an arrogant, cynical, and capricious youth in everyone else's eyes.
But the world could be strange like that; they were the best of buddies.
The afternoon went by quickly. Feng Bujue spent one hour reviewing some of the information on the official website. Since he had already entered the game and completed the tutorial, when he read the information again, many places became more clarified.
The rest of the time, he was making noodles not because he particularly liked them but because he had used the money for instant noodles on flour.
This was truly a weird man. He would calculate his portion down to every meal and then come up with the exact amount of food that he needed so that he would not die. Then he used the meager savings in his account to buy a gaming hub, and the rest of the money was used on flour and utility bills…
One could say that he was good with numbers but stretched his finances to their limit to buy a luxury item. Then again, he was not one who did not know how to budget because he was never poor enough to have to beg for food.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was dusk already. Feng Bujue finished the bowl of noodles, and that was his dinner.
Wang Tanzhi called and said that he had just finished the tutorial. He had been scared to the extent that he was covered in cold sweat. Once he went offline, he had immediately called Feng Bujue to calm himself down.
Do you know how much I envy you? Feng Bujue thought. I've not felt cold sweat for who knows how many months already.
They chatted for a while before exchanging IGNs, and then they logged back into the game together.
 


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


A few minutes before

From the sky a ball of fire was shooting towards an almost endless forest that seemed to spread as far as the eyes could see. To most people it would look like an asteroid burning up in the atmosphere but in reality it was a strange black and red object that seem to be extremely damaged.

The object it self was leaking a strange green blood like liquid it also had several ripped tentacles and burn Mark's all over it's body.

As it came in contact with the ground it sent out a massive shockwave that tour through all surrounding trees sending splinters of wood flying in all directions. Immediately any creature in the surrounding area turned and tried to get as far away as they possibly could.

As the smoke and dust cleared the remains of the object was just lying there it's body was completely destroyed by the impact, however from what remained of it a strange black and red liquid began to pour out. as it moved across the ground parts of itself separating then merging back into itself, just then a strange almost mechanical voice began to echo in it's mind.

[We have arrived]

[Checking information on location and time]

[Location not known]

[we were in space for approximately 8792 cycles over 10× that what was expected]

[Checking current reserves and information]

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Planet: unknown 

Planetary system: unknown 

Current knowledge on wildlife or intelligent lifeforms: None

Current biomass points: 150 out of 50000

Current damage to self: 78% 

Current survival chances: 5.8%

Checking current mission success rates:

1. Infest and evolve: 4.9%

2. Take over the new planet: 1.3%

3. Take over solar system : 0%

4. Rebuild the Fallen: 0%

5. Take our revenge on the ones who have hunted us: 0%

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Even though the situation was extremely bad the creature did not even show the slightest amount of emotions, it just continued to think.

[New primary mission, we need to find a new host]

[Searching surrounding area for suitable host]

As the creature thought that a red pulse of energy shot out from its body in several directions.

[North: no lifeforms detected]

[East: no lifeforms detected]

[South: lifeform detected however distance between self and them is too great]

[West: lifeform detected however it's lifesigns are weak]

[Chances of saving lifeform with current biomass 32%]

[We must hurry] the creature now started sound a little worried 

The creature began to move towards the West as it did the grass under it dissolved in to it's body. It started to detect the bodies of several dead lifeforms that were next to a small water source. It slowly approached the only living creature in the area from what it could sense it was a two legged thing that seemed to be female.

[Connecting with host]

As it thought that it reached out and slowly began to merge with the female creature it only took 2 minutes before it had completely connected itself to the Host's DNA.

[Checking Host's condition]

[Host seems to be 16 years of age]

[Host has several wounds all over it's body, as will it also has a large amount of scar tissue]

[Host's body is very weak and malnourished]

[releasing biomass in to Host]

As it did a green blood like liquid started flowing into the host, the host's wounds and scars slowly began to heal. Her body slowly started to change from that of incredibly skinny and malnourished to looking more like the body of a normal girl.

[biomass left 45]

[Beginning editing of host with left over biomass and bio energy]

Just then the girls body started to change again, her once black hair slowly turn to white, at the bottom of her hair it became a shade of pink then to a shade of red slowly getting darker as it goes down. Her mind and body became stronger, her teeth became sharper and more pointed, the skin around her hand and feet started to turn black, her fingers and toes became claws as sharp as knives, small red glowing lines slowly spread across her body and her eye slowly turned red and began to glow.

[Editing complete]

[Taking full control over host]

[0%]

[10%]

[20%]

[40%]

[60%]

[99%]

[Error]

[Host is trying to fight back our control]

[Trying to overwhelm hosts unconsciousness]

[Failure]

[Trying again]

[Failure]

[....]

[Trying to find possible solution]

[Chances of finding a new host before death 0%]

[Trying to restrict host's mind] 

[failure]

[Trying....]

Several minutes later of trying different things...

[We are to weak to take over the host, the hosts will to survive is just too strong]

[Analysing situation...]

[conclusion]

[The Fallen need to be strong, to be strong we need a powerful queen....we are weak but host is strong even in it's condition it's stronger then us does this mean the host may be a better queen....]

[.....] 

The creature began to think. It was to weak to take over the host and to weak to try and find another host but what it was planning to do was a taboo to it's kind.....

[No Fallen must be strong]

[Giving full control of the body and future Fallen over to the host]

(Note. Next one will be out on Monday)

A young 16-year old girl wakes up in the middle of a forest next to a river, she realises that she is lying in a pool of her own blood with ripped and blood tattered clothes, she is also surrounded by a unknown amount of horrific creatures. She has no memory on what happened or how she got there but the only thing she does know is that she have a massive amount of hatred towards the human race.

She then finds out that a strange alien creature the last of it's kind called The Fallen had merged with her trying to take over her body, however it was extremely weakened so instead of it consuming her she was able to consume it taking complete control over it. She will need to infest and evolve her ever growing hordes of followers if she ever wishes to get out of this forest alive.

Follow her as she comes to terms with the new emotions and needs of her new hybrid body as she is now the last queen of The Fallen. She will face hardships and will be feared by everyone who dares to hurt her or her new race. She will seek out answers about who she is and seek to quench her ever growing need for revenge. 

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(This is my first ever attempt at writing a book this is a original book so I hope you all will enjoy :3 ps this story will probably have a lot of bad language and blood in it just a heads up)

The style of the song was light and brisk, and one could recite it with ease. It was sweet and filled with warmth; thus, it quickly received widespread popularity.
Those who had seen the movie's plot in the music video were all now avidly waiting for the release of the movie.
The movie was set to premiere during the golden primetime at this year's end. As the target audience was mainly students, it would be up during the winter holidays.
Lin Fengtian held high expectations for the movie's revenue. Expected to become a box-office hit, the movie's premiere was estimated to generate over two billion dollars in profits!
These few days were packed with programs. The movie would soon be finalized as its shooting and was nearing completion.
Following that would be the commencement of post-production editing. The production team was already preparing for the promotional period before the eventual release of the movie.
Huanyu had every intention to market Gu Xingze and Yun Shishi as a CP[1] to hype up the movie, as well as to pander to the movie's plot.
Linking the main leads of an upcoming movie was an old and proven marketing strategy in the entertainment industry to garner more attention.
With the imaginative minds of the masses, this tactic was truly well-tried.
Qin Zhou had accepted a few program guestings for his charge. One of them was a reality TV show called 'The Love Diary', which had a heavy manuscript.
It was an authentic reality show of Chengguang Channel, and 'imaginary love' was its selling point.
In the show, celebrities were made to act as lovers as they participated in a series of challenges.
In just a few weeks, this TV show had quickly climbed up to popularity.
Gu Xingze and Yun Shishi were the second pairing for the show.
Because of the superstar, their pairing was given a lot of attention!
Of course, as reality TV shows went, there would always be scripts ready. After all, they needed to make their dialogues and such interesting!
If not, where would the topics and viewer ratings come from?
The recording for the show was set the next month, and the script for it would be sent to her before that. Once it was time, all she had to do was follow the script.
When she heard that her manager had accepted this program for her, she was a little speechless.
Qin Zhou glanced at her. "What? Are you unwilling? Shishi, you need to be more thoughtful! Do you know how many female celebs hope to participate in 'The Love Diary' as Gu Xingze's partner to ride on his coattails?"
"He he! I must be really lucky, then!" She stuck out her tongue.
"It's good that you know!" He knocked her on the head. "We have a tight schedule this week; in fact, we have another show to participate tonight."
"What show?"
"It's 'Up Close with a Starlight'; make sure to perform well!" answered her manager while handing her some paper. "This is the script for that show; go read through this first."
All the questions that the TV host would ask, and how she should answer them, were in this script. She just had to memorize everything; that was all.
'Up Close with a Starlight' was a famous talk show. The host line-up was made up of big TV personalities. The chief host was Liu Fei, a top entertainer in the field. He had a very profound knowledge for hosting and among other things. Not only did he have a high cultural insight, he was also witty and charming.
Under his leadership, the show's atmosphere was relaxed and humorous. As he made the audience laugh, he would often share a few wise sayings.
Most people who had been on his show were mainly relaxed and were not forced to crack jokes or act silly.
Usually, a total of ten guests would be invited for one program. They were split into first and second batch.
Yun Shishi and Gu Xingze were part of the first batch.
The show segment that their batch was set to appear in would be aired at primetime; thus, the viewership was the highest.
[1] CP means 'character pairing'.


She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan.

As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing.
 
On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. 


Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" 

However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” 

The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his...

Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

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