["Soul data and body compatibility: 80%."]
["Soul transfer in progress. Fusion rate: 5%."]
["Host, please do your best to save the target and get revenge for the original owner."]
At this moment, Room 612 of the Imperial Court Club had practically gathered every top-tier rich playboy in Seaford. Their eyes, greedy as wolves, were all locked on the girl standing in the middle.
"Kneel."
The instant Vivienne Ashford’s soul entered the body, that cold, contemptuous male voice hit her ears. She still hadn’t fully synced with the body, and everything in front of her was a blur.
The next second, someone slammed a kick into her calf. Her body lurched forward out of control, and her knees crashed hard onto the icy tile floor.
All around her, there were voices full of mockery and gloating.
"Vivienne, what are you spacing out for? Didn’t you hear Mr. Vane talking to you?"
"You still think you’re the old Ashford family heiress or something? Back then you looked down on us, acted too good to hang out with us, and now look at you. Still gotta kneel in front of us like a dog."
"Hahaha! Kneel!"
["Body fusion: 50%."]
Now Vivienne could finally see the young man in front of her clearly.
He had his chin tipped up high, eyes full of disdain, his whole face carrying that ugly little thrill of revenge. "Kneel, and you’ll get the money for your mother’s treatment."
Then came a bright, sweet female voice.
"Big sis, if Auntie’s hospital fees still aren’t paid, they’re really going to throw her out. You care about her so much, surely you won’t just watch her die, right?"
"Besides, one kneel for five hundred thousand. People would kill for a deal like that. Sis, don’t be so clueless."
Celeste Ashford looked at Vivienne on the floor with open delight.
The once untouchable eldest daughter, the girl who used to stand high above everyone else, was now about to kneel before a guy who had once been nothing more than her pathetic simp, all for five hundred thousand.
What a rush.
["Body fusion: 67%."]
At sixty-seven percent fusion, she technically shouldn’t have been able to control the body at all.
If it had been any other situation, Vivienne would’ve waited until the fusion was complete before making a move. During the merging process, the soul felt like it was being crushed, kneaded, and forced into a shell that didn’t fully fit. The pain was already insane. If she moved on top of that, it would spike hundreds, even thousands of times worse.
But these filthy pests had already crawled right onto her head. If she still didn’t fight back now, then what kind of Demon Emperor was she? A total joke? Did they really think she had no pride at all?
Enduring the pain, she lifted her eyes to Celeste Ashford. Her pale, delicate face was full of mockery as she said, "Such a great deal. Want it for yourself?"
Celeste clearly hadn’t expected her to clap back. She got choked up on the spot, her face stiff, unable to squeeze out a word.
Vivienne Ashford braced a hand against the table and forced herself to stand. Her pretty almond-shaped eyes swept over the upright-looking young man in front of her. Make her kneel? Yeah right. Dream on.
She bent slightly, her jade-white fingers lifting the young man’s chin. With her other hand, she lightly patted Roderick Vane’s face again and again, her voice soft and airy, almost gentle.
"If you’d had even one peanut to sober you up, you wouldn’t be talking this drunk. Next time you run your mouth, look in a mirror first and see whether you’re even worthy."
Roderick’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
It was obviously still the same face, but without that usual cowardly look, it suddenly blazed with a kind of dazzling beauty that hit way too hard.
He changed his mind.
He didn’t want to ruin Vivienne anymore.
He wanted to have her.
He grabbed that slender hand of hers with a backhand move, his gaze turning hot. "You don’t have to kneel. Spend one night with me, and I’ll give you five hundred thousand. How about it?"
A playful smile curved on Vivienne’s lips. "One night with you?"