My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Chapter 33 What’s Your Game Here?

How to describe it?

It feels pretty satisfying!

Leah is the one who always acts so modest, right?

And the Nelsons, always singing Leah’s praises, convinced she’s their ticket to fame and fortune?

Well, she’s going to shatter their golden pedestal!

She’s going to make them even more “noteworthy“!

Finished

As the paramedics arrived to take Leah away, the Nelsons trailed after them, their exit marking the end of the spectacle, Charmaine dusted her hands off, gave a small clap, and strolled out with ease.

Outside of Ydris Tower, Charmaine swiftly sent a message to Rex, “I’ll transfer today’s expenses to you later.”

This was just another round of PR and groundwork for the judges and reporters–an effort that would easily rack up around a million.

Rex who was watching the live broadcast upstairs quickly replied, “I’m in a good mood today. All expenses

are on me!”

Charmaine’s smile faltered for a split second when a voice, cold and ominous as a demon’s whisper drifted from ahead, “What’s so amusing? Care to share?”

She froze on the spot.

Quickly and without drawing attention, she slipped her phone into her pocket.

Looking up, she immediately replaced her expression with a sweet, flattering smile aimed at the man in the sleek Maybach in front of her. “What a coincidence. Mr. Emyr. What brings you here?”

Emyr didn’t bother replying. His gaze had already shifted elsewhere, leaving her to admire his chiseled, indifferent profile.

for her to get in the car.

front seats. She glanced towards the sleek black vehicle trailing behind them. “There’s no space. I’ll

“Get in.”

“But

repeating

choice of being strangled by

there might still be a chance to salvage the

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Finished

against the

expression dripping with disdain at her laughable attempt

fell, the Maybach smoothly rolled forward merging

the seat, hardly in a stable

forward before

she ended up shifting from the side near the door to dangerously close to Emyr’s

the slight brush of his fingers was

her eyes to

was dark and unreadable, more unsettling than the depths of an

away, hoping to

the move, the car jerked to a sudden

bad enough, Charmaine landed face–first onto Emyr’s

and warm–was

forehead, she shot a glare at Tad, who

said, “It’s just a red light, Ms. Nelson. Sit properly.”

Charmaine was speechless.

really wanted to

from the moment she got in the car, she hadn’t even had a chance to buckle her seatbelt.

to sit up, only to be

hoping you’ll fall straight into my

her head around, “You really know how to be more full of

to pretend that the distance between