She immediately blocked my way, grabbed the check, and pretended to be terrified, speaking for me:
“Sir, please don’t say that. My older sister didn’t just stand there; she cheered for me from the shore. Without her, I would’ve lost the strength to stay afloat long ago…”
I watched her performance quietly, waiting for the chance to deliver a decisive blow.
I smiled and asked, “Sister, since you’re so good at swimming, why don’t you jump into the river now and show us a frog kick?”
My Sister’s expression froze.
The Media Mogul snorted, “What do you mean, are you saying that you were the one who saved me?”
I pressed my lips together, and in the next second, I dove into the water, holding my breath for a full minute before resurfacing. Seeing my Sister’s face turn from blue to pale, I said calmly, “Your turn, go ahead.”
She couldn’t hold it any longer, screaming sharply, wishing to tear me apart:
“I’m your Sister! Why do you keep pushing me to the brink!”
I smiled at the Media Mogul, the truth was now evident. He was so furious that he clutched his chest, unable to speak, pointing at my Sister.
But given that she had been his Adopted Daughter for years, she knew he was soft–hearted, so she knelt down with a thud, crying bitterly:
“I’m sorry, sir, I lied just now! But I have my reasons! My older
has always liked being in the limelight.
When we were kids, and the orphanage director taught us to swim, I was better, so she grew jealous.
She pushed me into the water when no one was looking, and I almost drowned. Since then, I’ve been afraid of water…
“And she loves brand ads. She only saved you because she noticed your belt was Hermès. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have cared…”
I truly admired her ability to lie on the spot. The Media Mogul looked at her in shock, half–believing her words.
Eventually, he still appreciated her impressive creative talent and agreed to help her find an agency to sign with.
That afternoon, we boarded the Media Mogul’s private jet to San Francisco. My Sister leaned over, smiling, and said, “Older sister, your good days have finally arrived. This life, you deserve it.
“And I will be just like in the past life, becoming that Famous Actress in the spotlight.
She looked at me arrogantly, thinking it would terrify me, but unexpectedly, from start to finish, I just watched her with a smile.
Newcomers pop up in Hollywood all the time. Where does she get the confidence to think she can rely on just one song to stay popular forever? Someone this foolish, even a thousand Rebirths wouldn’t help.
I followed the Media Mogul to his home, a mansion in the heart of the city, comparable to a royal garden.
The steps were made of white jade, and the railings were inlaid with gold. This top–tier Media Mogul lived more lavishly than I imagined.
But I knew well that everyone in High Society is shrewd, so I showed no interest in anything, appearing indifferent the entire time.
At lunch, I used my past life’s etiquette to appear generous and graceful. The Media Mogul, who had been observing me, finally showed a satisfied smile.
He gestured for the servants to serve me food and began to ask about my life:
O
“As my daughter, I won’t treat you poorly. You’ll receive a seven–figure monthly allowance, and there will be dedicated staff to take care of your daily needs. You’ll never have to go back to the life you had before.
“However, as my daughter, I hope you’ll be diligent, know your limits, and become a good helper for your father in the future.”
10:45
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I looked up as a well–dressed, well–maintained middle–aged woman walked in briskly, her eyes almost spitting fire. I recognized her immediately as the Media Mogul’s legitimate wife, Madam Daphne.
“Gideon Bennett, who’s this child you’ve brought in this time?”
In the past, I learned that Madam Daphne was a wealthy heiress who insisted on marrying the Media Mogul and supported his business with her entire family. As they say, heroes can’t resist beautiful women, and the Media Mogul did have a few scandals in his younger days, making her wary.
Seeing the Media Mogul’s face darken, I stood up first to introduce myself:
“Hello, Madam, my name is Nora Bennett, the Adopted Daughter of Mr. Bennett.”
She snorted, mocking, “Adopted Daughter? I guess I’ll have to give up my position as Madam soon since you’re the first one Gideon Bennett has brought home directly in years.”
“Ah Feng! What nonsense are you spouting?!” The Media Mogul finally couldn’t keep his expression in check.
I smiled slightly, stood up, and pulled out a chair for Madam Daphne, respectfully serving her food and soup.
She sneered at my actions but didn’t stop taunting:
“Oh, so you’ve done your homework on me. Too bad, I’m not Summer, and I won’t like you just because you’re pretty and diligent.”
But as the aroma of the food wafted over, her nose twitched slightly. The Media Mogul noticed this and couldn’t help but smile.
In the past life, out of gratitude for the Media Mogul’s kindness, I carefully learned Madam Daphne’s preferences. I knew she had a big temper but wasn’t a bad person.
Every time I gave her gifts, she would return the gesture. Once, when I faced a media crisis, she spoke on my behalf in front of reporters.
! also learned that when she was young, she helped Mr. Bennett sell goods at a stall. Once, she was accidentally hit on the neck by merchandise, narrowly escaping death, which left her with chronic issues.
Thinking of this, I gently placed my hand on her neck.
Madam Daphne instinctively flinched, “What are you doing!?”
But then she suddenly felt an indescribable comfort and relaxation, and couldn’t help but loosen up.
“I grew up in an orphanage. Although the director and teachers gave us a lot of love, I still learned to be cautious from a young age, striving to be a likable child.”
I massaged her shoulders and neck earnestly, speaking slowly:
“Being likable meant I could get an extra piece of meat in the cafeteria, gain more knowledge when asking teachers questions after class, and receive more love.
“The director, who raised us herself, was like a mother to me. She worked tirelessly every day, suffering from severe shoulder and neck issues. I would massage her every day…
“Every time I did it, I felt incredibly happy. It was like having a home, massaging my hardworking mother.”
As I spoke, I could sense the person’s breathing in front of me tremble slightly. Madam Daphne had no children, but I knew she longed for one
more than anyone.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Bennett watching me intently. Our eyes met, and his expression softened, nodding towards me.
I understood well that the reason Gideon Bennett agreed to fulfill my Sister and my wishes wasn’t just out of gratitude. More importantly, he valued our outstanding appearances, thinking we could be of use to him in the future.
10:45 AM
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He must have been aware of how my Sister lived in the past. The only explanation is that he allowed it to happen.
If I couldn’t be of real help to him, my fate would likely be no different than my Sister’s past life.
That night, I brought red wine to Madam Daphne’s room on behalf of the servants. She was smoking, and when she saw me, she raised an eyebrow and slowly got up to open the window.
“At this hour, you’re looking for me? Aren’t you enjoying the luxury room Gideon arranged for you?”
Her words were still sharp, but they were quite different from the day. There was no longer an attempt to associate me with Gideon and slander me.
