Lord of the Oasis - Chapter 644 - Inspiring Speech

“The useless daughter of the Su Family, Su Ye, had gone crazy after being rejected by the Bo Corporation’s President!

On the first day, she touched her father’s head. “Nephew, I think this project I found is good. You can go auction for it tomorrow.”

The next day, she dug up the Su family’s ancestral grave with a shovel and muttered, “I remember that it was buried here?”

On the third day, she patted the shoulder of a certain clean freak CEO. “Little Bo, even if the marriage didn’t work out, we still have feelings for each other. I’ll give you a discount on this medicine, just give me six million.”

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Su Ye, the most ambitious woman in the business world who had died 40 years ago, had coincidentally been reborn into the body of his grandniece.

Thus...

In the department of inheritance notarization, a large inheritance that had been shelved for 40 years was claimed.

The museum was surprised to see that a mysterious person had donated an astronomical antique that disappeared 40 years ago for free.

Hacker Alliance. An account that no one had been able to identify who was behind it for more than 40 years suddenly came online.

Mysterious Sister became popular online. K.O. Stone Gambling Master, Reincarnated God of Medicine, Big Sister Carrier, Taekwondo Grandmaster…

Tens of thousands of people wanted to pamper her, and the Su family’s doorstep was frequented by the seventy to eighty-year-old childhood friends of hers who were big shots of various fields.

A certain ex-fiancé was filled with jealousy. “Make it hot. Don’t affect my fiancée’s college entrance examination.”

Zhen Xiang might be late, but he would never be absent.

Bo Yunli never looked at her in his eye before marriage.

After the divorce, Bo Yunli suddenly asked, “Which project do you like? I’ll bid for it and give it to you.”

“These are the gold shovels and keys to the Bo family’s cemetery. Dig whichever you like.”

“That’s true. The prescription is priceless and six million RMB is too little. How about exchanging it for the position of the Bo Corporation’s Young Madam?”

Falling in love with my imposter sister's fiance wasn't the plan. After finding out that she was exchanged at birth and was the real daughter of the Moore family, Eliana was expecting a turn in her life, but nothing changed except that she lived in a big house and could now eat good food. Her parents still ignored her and everything good was first given to Amber, their imposter daughter.She was twelve when she met him, when he saved her from drowning, and when she found out that he already had a betrothed. It was already known that the eldest son of the Sanders family was betrothed to the eldest daughter of the Moore family since birth. She knew this, and it was only natural that she accepted this, but the more they crossed paths, the more she wanted him and the more she wanted more for herself. Eliana was ready to do anything to achieve all her dark desires, even if it made her a villain.After all, there is a saying that goes “Villians are not born, they are made.”

Greed, envy, anger, gluttony, lust, sloth, prideThe 'Black Book' records seven sources of sin, which are also seven steps to ascend to godhoodOnce, I thought there would always be one sin suitable for meBut I never expectedEvery volume of the twelve military letters bears my name!

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?