Orangeheart Community, inside a rented apartment.
The trash can in the room was stuffed with takeout boxes, and several flies buzzed around overhead, while a pungent smell filled the air.
The floor was littered with books, clothes, and shoes...it was a complete mess, with no space to step.
Caroline Edwin glanced around the messy room, rubbing her throbbing forehead before resigning herself to clean up the mess.
An hour later, the stench was finally gone.
Seated on the couch with her legs crossed, sweat trickling from her brow, she muttered, "Damn, that was tiring..."
Taking a break, she walked barefoot toward the bathroom.
The girl in the mirror was heavily made up, with smoldering red lips and a seductive face.
Her eyes were enchanting and dangerously enticing, like a gorgeous, low-life temptress.
Caroline watched the unfamiliar yet familiar face in the mirror and smirked.
Two years ago, on her way to attend an experiment, she was in a car accident. She didn't die, but her body was taken over by a woman from another world.
That woman used her body, defying her family's objections, to make waves in the entertainment industry.
Arrogant and aggressive, she offended nearly half of the people in the industry.
"... At least the System didn't lie to me, even though it can be obnoxious."
After traversing through three thousand planes and redeeming countless malicious female characters, she had finally completed her task. The System had kept its promise and returned her body.
"I wonder how that little mutt is doing without me."
Remembering the dog System that had accompanied her for so long, Caroline felt a tinge of reluctance in her heart.
Displeased with her reflection, she picked up the makeup remover.
"Click——"
Just as she had removed her makeup, the apartment door was flung open, and wailing filled the room.
"Carol, Carol, my poor Carol! You're trending on Twitter again.
The paparazzi just exposed that you stole Anna Morrison's boyfriend, and now everyone online is cursing at you.
That bitch Anna is even playing the suicide card. If anything happens to her, you might end up in jail for it."
Rex Leanne swayed his hips as he entered, and when he saw the barefoot girl walking slowly toward him, he tried to halt his momentum but ended up toppling forward, falling face-first onto the ground.
The approaching girl had removed her heavy makeup, her delicate face devoid of color, her long, feather-like eyelashes trembling, casting a faint shadow.
"You, you, you... Carol, did you get plastic surgery? Which clinic is it? The craftsmanship is fantastic. Hurry up and endorse them; I want to go get double eyelids done."
"..."
Caroline raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
She was already so similar to her post-surgery appearance that changing herself any further would be unfair to the rest of the world.
"Wuwu, nevermind. I can't focus on cosmetic surgery while we're still trending."
Thinking about the situation they were in, Rex wiped away his tears with a handkerchief and continued to nag with his pinky finger raised.
"Carol, you tell me, why did you have to fall for Oliver Abbott, a good-for-nothing pretty boy?"
"..."
Caroline sat on the couch, closed her eyes, and muted all the noise around her.
Rex continued to babble, "And that Anna, she's clearly a goody two-shoes, and I've told you before not to play with her, but you just wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened..."
Such a worrisome mother.
Evaluation complete.
With her memories ordered, she slowly opened her eyes.
Caroline grabbed her phone, opened Twitter, and saw that the top trending topic was about her.
#Actress Caroline Edwin steals her best friend's boyfriend, forcing best friend Anna Morrison into a suicide attempt!
As she looked through the comments, a bunch of nasty insults filled her eyes.
[Caroline, you shameless bitch! Anna was so good to you and you stole her boyfriend? You're garbage, a tumor, a failure, scum! You don't deserve to be an actress! Get out of the entertainment industry!]
[That bitch Caroline, other than your looks, what do you have? You have low morals, your acting is crap, all you do is create drama! You even steal your best friend's boyfriend; has your conscience been eaten by dogs? Get lost!]
[You better pray that Anna's okay, or else you'll be sent to prison to eat state-supplied meals!]
[Plastic surgery freak, publicity whore, I hope you rot in the center of the earth!]
...
Rex rattled on for ages until his mouth went dry. He reached for a cup of tea on the table and took a sip.
But wait, with the Ancestor being insulted and trending, why wasn't she throwing a fit?
Putting down his cup, he saw Caroline holding her phone, her face pale with shock. Desperate, he lunged towards her.
"Carol, Carol, put the phone down! Those netizens are too mean with their words!"
Caroline calmly got up, placing a hand on the back of the couch as she skillfully flipped over it to the other side.
"Bang——"
Rex collided with the couch, having failed to dodge in time.
Caroline's eyes fluttered, a casual, insolent glint in them as she stared directly at her agent. "Caustic? It's not that bad. The level of insults from these netizens needs some improvement."
Rex: "???"
Heavens, the Ancestor must have been insulted into idiocy.
It was all the fault of that damn couple!