Keep Distance, Mr. CEO! - Chapter 50 - The first day at work and she’s already going out with the CEO

He doesn’t want to be wanted for bounty, or be a pirate, but if there’s no other choice, he can only become a pirate…..

“I betrayed the only man who stayed faithful to me, and died by the hand of the father I worshipped.”​Olivia Luceron was the perfect tool. For years, she acted as a spy within her own marriage, feeding her father secrets to dismantle her husband’s power. Her reward? A cold dungeon, a mutilated body, and a walk of shame through the empire’s streets.​Her husband, Duke Matthias, whom she treated with nothing but icy indifference, died protecting her. Her father, whom she gave her soul to, was the one who ordered her torture.​Now, Olivia has returned a year before her death.​The platinum hair she lost is back. The scars on her chest have vanished. And Matthias—the man who kissed her forehead in a dark cell before facing the executioner—is still alive.​She doesn't seek his forgiveness. She doesn't even seek his love. In this life, Olivia has only one goal: to use her position as the Duchess to systematically destroy the Locron family from within.​She will be the “Perfect Wife” this time—a mask of ice to hide a heart of fire.“Dear Father, you taught me how to be a monster. It’s only fair that I show you what I’ve learned.”

How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.