Extra Demon: Sacred Academy of Light - Chapter 152: Audience

“Boss, Madam wants to play a role in a movie.”

“Invest in a movie and make her the lead role!”

“Boss, Madam wants to be a model…”

“Bring international models for her to use as a stepping stone!”

“Boss… Madam wants to be a singer…”

“Buy 1 million copies in advance!”

In her past life, Bai Qingyan hurt the man who loved her. He looked at her lovingly as he fell to his death and she realized she loved him all too late. To live a life once again, she vowed to grasp this happiness with him. No longer will she regret.

“Who calls my name? You aren’t worthy! Also, it’s time to pay off the debt and enmity incurred from the past. Are you ready?”

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After transmigrating, a talented young woman became the black sheep of the Gu family. People even tried to cut her open and take her son away. Five years later, she returned with a cute baby.

She chuckled at the title of black sheep that she was given.

Everyone wanted the medicinal pills that she made!

She designed the most expensive jewelry in the capital!

She opened the biggest fine-dining restaurant in the country!

Even the most mysterious Island of No Return belonged to her!

Ms. Gu and her son drank and ate good food while they entertained themselves by humiliating others. Life was great!

However, one day, a man suddenly pinned her against the door. “How dare you steal my son?”

Hehe. Did he want to take her son away?

“Close the door and release the hounds!”

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