Sold to the Capo - Chapter 92: A CALL

Su Yao, who was clearly a real daughter but died, was reborn.

In her last life, she swallowed her anger, and then she was cruel and cruel.

No one would think it would be too fishy to suck her blood.

Once again, she will be the last month, crowned with pearls, shining brightly.

Someone followed behind her while digging a hole for her, and painstakingly persuaded her:

Without so much effort, do you see the crown on my head?

You are the most gorgeous one above.

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The era of global dungeon has descended.Lu Wenwu awakens Eye of Insight, gaining the ability to see detailed information of creatures in dungeons.“Having met the Tathagata, why not worship?”In the dungeon, looking at the plump man with a wrapped head sitting on the lotus throne, Lu Wenwu frowned and protected the crowd in front of him.【Tathagata Buddha/Celestial Demon (S)】hp: 1000/100000000【Current Status】: Extremely Weak, Flesh and Blood Disguise, Pretending to be Calm, Skill Seal, NervousHeh, so the Celestial Demon Tathagata Buddha is pretending to be strong. Take a punch from your Grandpa Lu!

Xia Yue feels her life is as melodramatically convoluted as a novel. The family that raised her for more than twenty years isn't truly hers, and she's merely a counterfeit rich girl.After confirming she's indeed not a child of the Xia family, she takes the initiative and moves out, making space for the real heiress.And then, she gets knocked out by an object in the courtyard of her new home, and ends up being bound to a system.This system has no sense of martial morality, even going as far as imposing tasks on her forcibly.But the system doesn't care about her complaints, constantly pestering her.Xia Yue is so annoyed, it's giving her a headache.So, she decides to get rid of the system.

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.