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

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As Veronica had said, Leah had been born into a life that most people could only dream of, standing at the pinnacle of success from the moment she was born, a height others would spend their entire lives striving

for but never reach.

They pitied themselves, but even more so, they sympathized with Charmaine.

Everything Leah had now was originally meant to be Charmaine’s.

But sadly she simply wasn’t destined for that life.

With that contrast, they all felt a little better about themselves.

After packing up a pile of almost brand–new clothes at Leah’s, the group headed to their next destination.

As the sky darkened, the car slowly entered Eastlake, the largest and wealthiest neighborhood in Eragos.

The area, occupied by the most expensive real estate in the city, seemed almost mystical, vast, and mysterious, like a primeval forest. Everyone couldn’t help but stare, their eyes wide open, too mesmerized to blink. They eagerly pulled out their phones, recording videos.

“Oh my god, who would’ve thought my first time coming to Eastlake would be to visit a classmate’s house?”

retire here. D*mn it, it’s like walking into an ultra–luxury destination! Just

possibility that the tree alone is worth

smells like? It’s not

never been to Eastlake herself, heard their comments and sneered. “Tsk, if you’re so envious, just try harder. Maybe you can work at the Crosses

fell silent, understanding the sting in Veronica’s words without

Charmaine hadn’t been there to hold her back, she would’ve stormed over to confront

can you not talk for once?”

not allowed to speak the truth?”

mighty, but deep down, they want nothing more than to be Mr. Emyr’s personal servant. Too bad Mr. Emyr doesn’t even look at them!”

and glared

out playfully and returned to her seat.

calm indifference, Celeste smirked. “Veronica’s so jealous. When we

whispered, “Charmaine, is your room

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You’re staying with Mr. Emyr, aren’t you? That’s settled. Veronica’s

no words.

in the house–how else could she know all this so accurately?

later, the minibus finally arrived at the Cross

car, the group gazed at the sprawling villas set amid a meticulously crafted artificial landscape. In the distance,

the Crosses? Are you sure it’s not some luxury resort or villa complex?”

a mid–scale company! Just the cost of employing them would