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The “Cannon Fodder-Real Heiress” Mission
The “Cannon Fodder-Real Heiress” Mission
作者: Clear Spring

Chapter 1

作者: Clear Spring
[Key storyline, “Rejected by Your Closest Family” has been reached! As the cannon fodder, you are about to be written out!]

[Upon death, you will return to the original world, and the resurrection of your parents will be rewarded! Welcome to the happy life that belongs to you!]

My sealed memories flooded back, and everything suddenly made sense.

I didn’t belong to this world; I was merely a contractor. To resurrect my parents who died in a car accident, I accepted this sacrificial mission.

The previous contractors couldn’t endure the endless abuse, abandoning the mission midway and failing. So, to increase my chances of success, the System sealed away my real memories, making me believe I was truly James Fox’s sister.

Watching James gradually turn his affection toward Chloe Fox had torn me apart for years. Yet, right now, the weight crushing my chest had vanished, and I looked forward to death with nothing but anticipation.

Steel pipes hit my body again and again, and blood poured from the wound on my head. Thanks to the System, I couldn’t feel a thing—only the pure joy that this was all finally coming to an end.

As the kidnappers kept beating me, the grin on my face grew wider until a laugh escaped my throat.

“Hey, something is wrong with this girl,” one of the kidnappers whispered, leaning toward the leader. “Did we break her?”

A dangerous glint flashed in the leader’s eyes. “So James thinks this kidnapping is fake, huh? I’ll give him something real!”

Grabbing a blade, he aimed it straight for my hand, ready to sever it. As I adjusted my posture and offered up my neck, the kidnapper was suddenly shoved to the ground by someone who had barged inside, sending the knife flying across the floor.

A group of men quickly subdued the kidnappers, and leading them was Lucas Craig. He was the bodyguard James had assigned to me, and he had been with me for eight years.

There was a time when he would berate himself if I so much as broke a fingernail. Yet today, he had stood by and watched me get trapped in a burning car, allowing the kidnappers to drag me away and beat me within an inch of my life.

He had probably only stepped in at the last second because he couldn’t explain himself if I really did die.

After securing the kidnappers, Lucas looked down at me and asked, “Can you move?”

I tried to move slightly. Although I felt no pain, the injuries were real, and I couldn’t move.

Lucas frowned, but he still reached out, half-dragging and half-carrying me up before tossing me into the car. Noticing my deathly pale face, he wanted to say something but couldn’t bring himself to.

Seeing that I wasn’t crying and screaming for my brother like I used to whenever I sustained a minor scratch, Lucas was somewhat surprised.

“You took the act too far this time, didn’t you?” he said while driving.

When I didn’t even bother to open my eyes, he continued to talk to himself. “Did you really think that by using a trick like that, Mr. Fox would pay more attention to you? That he’d think you’re more pitiable than Miss Chloe?

“Mr. Fox despises these mind games the most. Besides, you frightened Miss Chloe today.”

He paused. Seeing that I still hadn’t reacted, his tone turned colder.

“Was it so hard to just behave yourself? You just had to provoke Miss Chloe again and again. Consider this a lesson. You’d better watch yourself from now on.”

My closed eyelids fluttered slightly.

A bodyguard drawing a paycheck from the Fox family, whose sole duty was to protect my safety, was telling me to my face that getting kidnapped and beaten was a lesson I deserved? It seemed that, to vent his frustration for his beloved Chloe Fox, he had forgotten who his actual employer was.

None of that mattered anymore, though. My cannon-fodder storyline was over, and I was leaving very soon.

Having received the news, James arrived at the hospital a step ahead of us.

When he saw the gruesome wound on my forehead, my swollen and deformed left leg, and the dark purple bruises covering my exposed skin, his expression sank.

“Jean!” James shouted with panic. “Quick! Get the hospital director, Dr. Miller, here right now!”

“It’s fine,” I said, my voice raspy and dry but abnormally calm. “I don’t want to get treated.”

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