MTL - Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet - Chapter 2307 May be the spark of your eyes 201

Sheng Quan has transmigrated into a novel she once read—a story set in the entertainment industry—and she’s been granted a system.The system informs her: 【Sorry, I’m a newbie system. The only thing I can give you is money.】Sheng Quan glances at the balance in her account, enough to make her the richest person in the world instantly: 【…You’re being modest.】But then the system adds:【You can use the money, but only to invest in exceptionally talented individuals with impeccable character who are currently at their lowest point in life. Only successful investments will yield returns.】For an ordinary person, this would be quite challenging.But Sheng Quan is a transmigrator, which means she has the advantage of knowing the story inside out.With her mind full of dollar signs, she calmly starts counting:* A gentle and kind-hearted film emperor who’s struggling to land roles.* A melancholic singing prodigy whose career was ruined.* A brilliant and beautiful director whose talents are stifled due to lack of funding.* A puppy-like idol who loves the stage but has no opportunities to perform.Sheng Quan waves her stacks of cash: So many potential investments, she’s bound to strike it rich.**Reading Guide for This Novel:*** The female lead is career-driven.* She wields the power of money, staying wealthy from start to finish.

I was reincarnated into another world, and I’ve brought the Horadric Cube from Diablo II with me.
Being a knight is cool and all, but being a wizard is pretty neat as well.
So, which one will it be?

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”