I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization - Chapter 474:

Theodore Griffith was a master of Reality. He understood the parallel universe in the form of another reality. He was aware that someone’s wish, story, or pure imagination could give birth to a new reality just like his own. Hence, he planned to find the creator of his reality by roaming among the realities. This time, he entered a new reality connected to several other realities. However, what made him certain the most was that this reality was connected to the person who created his reality. He knew that fact because of the ability he gained in this world. He could actually see people’s comments, allowing him to realize that his entire life and reality were born from a story. “Hehe. You have made a mistake in making me realize this. With the readers on my back, I can force you, the author, to make a plot for us to meet.” Theo said while giggling. “That’s why I’m counting on you guys.”

Fang Ping finally settled an issue after wasting half an hour of his life. He wasn’t dreaming nor acting —for God’s sake, if acting in a movie could restore his youth, then the film crew deserved a trip to heaven immediately!

Rosemary spent 18 years thinking she was a member of the wealthy Harris family, only to discover she was a fake rich girl. When the real heiress returned, Rosemary was cast aside and sent back to her poor hometown. But fate had other plans for her, as she soon discovered that her hometown was actually the most exclusive villa area in the country. In a single night, Rosemary went from a modestly wealthy girl to the true heiress of a top-tier elite family. Her biological parents showered her with love, handing her millions of dollars in pocket money, providing access to any car from their fleet, and letting her buy anything from the world’s top designers. As for school, the best institutions were at her fingertips, and if she didn’t feel like studying, she could play with the family company.But what shocked Rosemary the most was finding out she had an ex-fiancé. She couldn’t understand why he kept clinging to her, holding her hand, and trying to kiss her. “Who are you, sir?” Rosemary asked, annoyed. “Sweetheart, I’m your husband,” the ex-fiancé responded. “I don’t have a husband, only a former fiancé”