MTL - I Have a Treasure Trove - Chapter 23 divestiture

On a normal boring day, a message appears, inviting him to a Tutorial.

After the failure of crossing the tribulation, Ye Leng’an returned to the first life again.

In that life, she was the fake daughter of the Ye family who shouted and beat her. Against the background of the real daughter, she was like mud under the ground, while the other party was the bright moon in the sky. In the end, she died tragically under the pressure and frame of the real daughter’s admirers, and her fate was bleak.

After her death, her soul traveled to the world of comprehension. With hard work, she finally reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe, only one step away from ascending to immortality. But when crossing the catastrophe, he failed because of the inner demons of the first life.

In this life, she came back with thousands of splendors, and she was no longer the wimpy and fake daughter she once was.

Hehe, after living a new life, she wants to bloom her own brilliance, gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

The real daughter is a medical genius with the potential to become a genius doctor?

Excuse me, the originator of life and death is here, holding a panacea in his hand, attracting countless bosses to compete!

The real daughter is a computer wizard, but she can freely shuttle through the Internet?

I’m sorry, but the network she developed has come and gone. In her network, she is a god, killing with one thought.

The rebirth of a great power in the comprehension world has set off countless storms in the city.

Just when countless bigwigs were falling for her, a mysterious man with huge power both in the open and in the dark embraced her directly and swore sovereignty: “This is mine, wife.”

At this time, Ye Leng’an could only helplessly roll his eyes to the sky: He really is a jealous guy!

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Doctor Irish Lane- 28 years old, was a renowned psychologist in New York. She looked stunningly attractive, sexy, and smart—a real beauty with the flesh of ice and bones of jade to every man's eyes.

One day, she woke up with a dashing and mysterious stranger on her bed. Recalling last night's event, she can't remember how they end up together in the huge bed. She stared at the calm face before her and was startled when his phone rang. The man woke up and quickly answered the call.

She clearly heard the conversation he had. The stranger was getting married today! Composing herself, she hastily took money from her wallet and handed it to him without giving him a chance to explain. She sprinted to the door and disappeared from his life.

Unexpectedly, when she started her new job, the stranger once again appeared in front of her, dragging her into a murder case his company, Runestone Group, involved.

She refused him immediately, but no way he would let her escape.

He calmly said, “It's very dangerous for you, being so beautiful, to get into my car in the first place. And I take no for an answer!”

Irish tried to calm herself down and then did her seat belt. “Mr. Dover, I've told you that I also usually charge overtime pay.”

“Doctor Irish, don't you think your professional fee is high?”

“Is it?” Irish rolled her eyes, and an idea occurred to her, “No, the price of basic commodities nowadays is increasing, so doctors should increase their salary too.”

“You are a smart woman.” He said a half-sentence, and the end of his words was meaningful. “Of course, the extra money on the check was just an advance deposit. We can negotiate about the related remuneration once I'm satisfied with your performance.”

His scheming trick clearly trapped her, and it was too late for her to take back her words and realize the implication of her abrupt action.

A dangerous game of love that is full of lies and deception. Two exceptional individuals that fate collided, leading to the past they tried to bury.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.