Reborn! I Ditched the Run and Married the Heir - Chapter 261: Misunderstanding

Which one would you choose between 700 points and 7 million in the college entrance examination? A few minutes ago, Luo Fan would have chosen the blue capsule without hesitation, and slapped the person who asked this question across the screen, but today this choice actually came true, facing 700 points and…

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WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at your own risk ⛔️The young lady, Ines Hamilton. With an innocent face, she was actually secretly writing an 18+ romance novel. This was a secret hobby that must not be known by anyone… But she got discovered by her older brother’s friend, Duke Carcel Anderson. “I’ll help you. What do you want to know?” And so every night, the lady’s sensual hobby began with practical references.PS: This is a slow pace novel but I promise it would be worth your time.

Lin Tianlong, 19 years old, a polytechnic school graduate. With mastery and control over electrical energy, he displays his unparalleled sagely medical skills, accepting the hearts of beauties on the side. Starting by helping his sister-in-law’s small clinic which was on the brink of closing down rise from the dead, he then proceeds to bring prosperity to a private hospital previously in a business slump. Socializing among the officials from the sectors of politics, commerce, law, literature, education, and health in Flame City, he’s drawn into the power struggle between the officials. Businesswomen, doctors, and nurses, attractive policewomen, teachers, pretty loli girls, charming married women, mature beauties – all of them fall to his clutches as he establishes his business empire and a harem of beautiful women.

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At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable.Her therapist called her alexithymic.Unable to understand or describe her own emotions.The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access.“You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—”“I’m not here about the meeting.”…“Ugh.”Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal.Then Elara woke up.Not in her office. Not in a hospital.In a different world. In a different body.She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies.How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead?……“Your Highness, please… ugh…”The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain.“Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips.“Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.”On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists.“Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.”Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared.Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.