The night was restless. People who were exhausted like dogs during the day seemed to come alive now. On the street, neon lights were flashing, illuminating one pedestrian after another.
The street was very lively, people and sounds filled the area, making it rather noisy.
But places more bustling than the noisy street were everywhere, like... Nightshade!
Nightshade was a bar, and business was always good there. The people inside were not short of money; they were just looking for a good time, and they were having it. It was a mixed crowd!
At the bar counter, the bartender’s movements were incredibly swift, and the shaker in his hand changed into various forms, making people feel almost dazzled.
"Miss, your drink."
As the words fell, a drink appeared in front of Mia Sutton. The woman said thank you, picked up the glass with her long, fair fingers, and took a small sip.
The crisp taste spread in her mouth, stimulating her taste buds, making Mia Sutton squint in pleasure.
Her seat wasn’t particularly conspicuous, even somewhat dim.
The bartender glanced at her in secret, puzzled. One reason was that he thought this woman looked somewhat familiar.
The other reason was that the lost and dazed woman just now seemed to be a completely different person from this carefree and unrestrained one.
Mia Sutton didn’t care what he thought. After all, she was not even a minor celebrity, so she wasn’t afraid of being discovered by paparazzi.
She sipped her whiskey all by herself, not in a hurry, as if tasting wine, or maybe... thinking about something.
Indeed, coming straight to the bar to get drunk after returning, Mia Sutton did need to calm down a bit.
Before long, the phone on the bar counter vibrated.
Mia Sutton’s eyes flickered as she leisurely put down her glass, reached out to pick up the phone, and unlocked it with her fingerprint.
It was from an unfamiliar number, sending a few photos along with a line: Be self-aware, stay away from him. You’re just a substitute; what’s not yours will never be yours, understand?
Mia Sutton’s eyes were beautiful, seemingly naturally expressive, as if they carried deep feelings when looking at others.
A few seconds later, those eyes curved into a smile, and many people glanced her way, probably due to the natural allure beautiful people have.
After reading the message, Mia Sutton opened the photos. They were blurry, perhaps the person taking them didn’t have a good hiding spot, but what needed to be clear was visible.
Like... who the people in the photos were!
And what they were doing!
One was her boyfriend, and the other was a rising female star.
Admittedly, the photos captured the atmosphere quite well. At least, the ambiguous vibe between the two was vividly portrayed, with the man’s hand on the woman’s waist and their lips close enough to meet with a slight movement.
From both the message and the photos, you could sense the strong provocation, especially since Mia Sutton was the man’s girlfriend.
However, such juicy news should be given to the paparazzi, right? Current trending personalities—that’s money! Sending it to her was such a waste!
Next, Mia Sutton hit the save button, then found a person in her WeChat contacts, clicked, and sent the stuff over.
She’s always been helpful, no need to thank her.
This little incident didn’t affect Mia Sutton’s mood at all. She put down her phone, leisurely finished her drink, settled the bill, and turned to leave.
Back home, Mia Sutton walked around the house, then entered the bathroom. It wasn’t until the shower water trickled down on her that she had a feeling, and that was... she truly was back.
That’s right, Mia Sutton was reborn, but not just reborn in the usual sense. How to put it...
She learned after death that she was a character in a book, no wonder she felt she couldn’t control her emotions. She was a supporting character meant to highlight the leading lady.
And naturally, she just faded away!
After death, she was bound by a system, went to many worlds, and now... she was back again.
The system’s only requirement of her was not to break her character too much.
This she understood!
It’s just blatantly telling you that you can cause trouble! But you need to do it in secret!
She’s really good at this!
...
To speak of it, her experience has been quite melodramatic.
But she really likes her current state, not being controlled by plot.
For example, in the original book, it said she was the leading lady’s stand-in, and the male lead was with her because of this.
Yet she loved the male lead to the point of madness, losing her dignity, doing endless stupid things for him.
Ugh!
What a garbage author, setting her up to emphasize the female lead, making her seem brainless, seeking death for the male lead.
For instance, tonight, the original text said she would fly into a rage upon seeing the photos, then make a scene with that scumbag, and in the most unreasonable way too. What nonsense.
And that male lead, a total scumbag, flirting while having a girlfriend. The one he’s flirting with isn’t even the female lead. Such a supreme jerk—just one look makes her feel dirty, let alone loving him to death. She might as well stay dead.
Oh, right, in the end, she did indeed just fade as a supporting character, which irked her.
So speaking of returning, the person who messaged her likely has a screw loose—she wouldn’t take that scumbag even if they paid her!
After her bath, Mia Sutton locked the door and went to sleep comfortably. As for the one who put that colorful hat on her head, he probably wouldn’t come back tonight either.
She’d move out tomorrow once she woke up!
Come to think of it, she should thank the female lead. If it weren’t for the fact that the male lead stayed chaste for her, who knows if the lousy author would have written her into something with the male lead.
If that had happened, she wouldn’t bother coming back, she’d stay in the task world and retire there.
The next day!
Martin Wright emerged from the hotel with a grim expression, his face so dark it could drip ink!
Mia Sutton had truly hit a new high, daring to lock him out; she really pulled it off.
When he got home, ready to teach Mia Sutton a good lesson, he found the house in a complete mess, with takeout boxes, his clothes, and trash strewn everywhere!
Standing at the door, Martin Wright looked at the scene in front of him, fuming with rage, grinding his teeth, "Mia Sutton, is she crazy?"
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