Chapter 4

Right now, Chloe had her feet propped up, lounging in the sofa, leisurely flipping through a magazine.

The male models and pretty boys on the glossy pages were all as exquisite as display figures in a shop window.

She smirked casually, her finger tracing across page after page. “This one, this one, and this one… they all look pretty good, no worse than that popular guy, or your class president, whatever… too bad—”

She looked up at me, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “My dear sister, you won’t have that chance, will you?”

I said nothing.

My agonizing experiences from the previous life had already instilled in me a bottomless fear of most people.

A beautiful exterior didn’t necessarily hide a human.

And beneath those rough, heavy exteriors, lay something even more terrifying.

My fingertips unconsciously curled, and I even instinctively touched my neck – it should have had a collar there, but now it was empty.

Chloe scoffed again. “Make sure you clean up your room properly. I’m a germaphobe, I hate shedding things.”

“What about shedding men?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Heh. Mom said she’d choose the most excellent partner for me. In the future, I’ll live the life of luxury that should rightfully be mine.”

She didn’t even look up, opening her mouth, and an attentive deaf servant promptly delivered a small piece of fruit to her lips.

A single such aide, with an average monthly salary of eight thousand, and there were ten of them, plus the butler.

Monthly property management, pool and garden maintenance, utilities, meal expenses.

Car fuel, maintenance, and facility upkeep.

This money was a huge expense, and none of it would just fall from the sky.

This money had to be earned by the one who chose to be human.