Chapter 3: The Plot Strikes Back

After venting at the male lead, I felt energized.

All the staff looked at me like I was nuts.

I glared right back. What, never seen a beauty get angry?

Graham Langley swallowed his food and said calmly, “Raine, you’re very naughty today. Do you want to go to Silver Heights again?”

I shuddered, even though I tried not to.

I knew that was the female lead’s subconscious at work. Apparently, Silver Heights was a scary place for her.

I tried to recall the book’s details.

In the original, the male lead also brought the female lead to Silver Heights to scare her. I remembered it as a high-end country club.

It had both male and female staff, all gorgeous, a place for big shots to relax. Ordinary people couldn’t get in.

Thinking about it, my eyes lit up.

What can I say? I love beautiful people.

I want to go! I want to go!

I said excitedly, “I want to go. If you don’t let me, I’ll think less of you.”

Graham’s confident smile froze.

He looked at me coldly. “Are you sure?”

I challenged, “What, can’t keep your word? Not up to it?”

The next second, I saw just how “up to it” the male lead was.

I was swiftly packed up and sent to Silver Heights, with only one sentence left behind: Come back when you know your mistake.

He thought I’d be scared?

What a joke. I was right at home!

Graham Langley owned a share of Silver Heights. The staff all knew Autumn Raine was his kept canary and wouldn’t dare mess with her. If they ever reconciled and she whispered in his ear, they’d be the ones in trouble.

Perfect for me.

I sat on the velvet sofa in the lobby, taking in the sights.

Silver Heights was truly Chicago’s most famous money-burning playground. Even the crystal chandelier above exuded the decadent aura of capitalism.

I gritted my teeth, wishing I could hang every client here on a streetlamp—except for me, of course. I was just here for a tour.

Luckily, I’d grabbed the black Amex Graham left on the vanity, his way of showing off his generosity. Without it, I’d really be stuck.

Let’s see what happens if I order a hundred male escorts. Just to test the card.

Of course, the staff refused.

Seeing the front desk’s awkward but polite smile, I said, “Just kidding! Haha. Just get me a room to rest.”

I was exhausted from all the interruptions. Big problems could wait until I was well rested.

I entered the room, closed the door, and dove onto the king-sized bed.

“You shouldn’t have talked back to Graham. He gets really scary when he’s angry.”

Once I was alone, Autumn Raine finally spoke up.

I asked, “You treat him like a future husband, but why do I feel like he only sees you as a toy to him? Are you sure you want to stay by his side?”

“It’s not like that! Graham is nice to me. He buys me pretty clothes, jewelry, expensive makeup…”

“And then makes you dress up to please him? Funny, that’s what I do for my dog. If he really liked you, would he have you up at dawn every day to cook and do laundry? Are you his maid? Even maids get paid—you don’t.”

“It’s not like that! How can you think of Graham that way? I do all this willingly. I don’t need him to pay me.”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Fooling me is one thing, but don’t fool yourself.”

I couldn’t help but rant, “You’re so lovesick even a zombie would spit your brain out.”

Seeing the female lead go silent, I realized: maybe my purpose in transmigrating here is to save her from her lovesick ways.

If she hadn’t met the male lead, she could’ve lived a good life, instead of getting stuck in a love triangle, her health ruined by repeated miscarriages, and being miserable forever.

Thinking of this, I perked up and made a rescue plan for her:

First: Crush her obsession with this guy. Otherwise, she’ll just run back the moment he sheds a few crocodile tears and all my efforts will be wasted.

Second: Let her meet more men. The more she sees, the less she’ll value trash, and she won’t treat every dirty thing like treasure.

Third: Teach her to love herself above all. Loving yourself is the start of a lifelong romance. If a relationship feels wrong, just leave. No one’s worth forcing yourself for.

Satisfied with my plan, I nodded and let sleep overtake me again.

It was so nice not being disturbed.

I slept until late afternoon, woken up by my growling stomach. I ordered food, ready to combine breakfast, lunch, and dinner in one meal.

Though Silver Heights was just a playground for the rich, the food was great. I stuffed myself with steak, fries, and cheesecake until my belly was round.

Once you’ve eaten, you start thinking about...well, whatever comes next.

I was just thinking, why not start on step two of my rescue plan now: let the female lead meet more men? After all, this place was full of handsome guys.