Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities - Chapter 907 - : Won’t Stop Yangyang from Going to a Better Future

For his sake, she was willing to abandon her career as the best actress and be his wife. With her own network, money and unscrupulous methods, she helped him rise to the top of the world. He, on the other hand, held another woman in his embrace and kicked her away with no mercy. It turned out that all he ever wanted was her rare blood type, her six-month-old child’s cord blood. It was her life… When she opened her eyes again, she returned to her 20-year-old self. Time repeated and her life rewound. In this life, she would live well.

Daisy Zane was the illegitimate daughter of the Miles family?

She grew up in the countryside and never went to school?

The Miles family even publicly declared that they would never acknowledge her?

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When Daisy Zane's true identity was exposed, the Miles family immediately prepared a banquet to welcome her back into the family.

But Daisy Zane directly refused, saying, “Are you even worthy, Miles family?”

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Surprisingly, the third young master of the Imperial Capital fell in love with a wild girl who had never received an education. It was said that he doted on her, and she was the most precious thing to him.

While the whole Imperial Capital was shocked, Lord Clark proudly said, “My wife is extraordinary.”

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Kevin Clark never believed in love at first sight until he met Daisy Zane...

In the north, there was a beauty who captivated the country and the city with her devastating beauty...

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Daisy Zane loved wearing dresses, and later on... all of Kevin Clark's shirt buttons matched the colors of her dresses.

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During a party one evening in the royal palace, Rachel, the eldest daughter of Duke Ferguson, was reproached by Prince Elliot for sins she didn’t remember committing and their engagement was abandoned. Rachel informed everyone she had not committed the acts they were accusing her of, but she was dragged away out of the party venue and thrown into the palace dungeon.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.