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.

her

hurried over, only to realize there was no room left in the front seats. She glanced towards the sleek black vehicle trailing behind them. “There’s no space. I’ll just take the

“Get in.”

“But

repeating myself.”

strangled by Emyr Cross now or a little

a chance

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Finished

the other side of the car and climbed in, practically pressing herself against the door, sitting sideways as if trying to create as much

frosty glance, his expression dripping with disdain at her laughable attempt to go unnoticed. With a faint scoff, he gave a curt order, “Home.”

smoothly rolled forward merging

perched on the edge of the seat, hardly in a stable

forward

shifting from the side near the door to

body through the slight brush of his fingers was undeniable and hard

her eyes to meet Emyr’s

unreadable, more unsettling than

to retreat

just as she made the move, the car jerked to a sudden halt, throwing her off

Charmaine landed face–first onto Emyr’s

firm and warm–was

glare at Tad, who

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

Charmaine was speechless.

really wanted to

moment she got in the car,

sit up, only to be

hoping you’ll fall straight into my

around, “You really know how to be more full of yourself, don’t

“So, you’re going to pretend that the distance between