Eva, new to this world, had only one thought in mind: to quickly sever her financial and romantic ties with her sugar daddy.
Yes, the so-called lover relationship wasn't bound by any marriage vows but was merely a transactional relationship where both parties deemed each other unworthy of being official partners.
However, although Eva had inherited the original owner's memories, she discovered that the original owner knew almost nothing about this sugar daddy.
She realized she couldn't rashly propose ending the relationship as it might anger him and have unforeseen consequences.
She planned to observe the situation first and then find an opportunity to bring it up.
The sugar daddy didn't seem to like the original owner very much; he was only attracted to her beauty.
After all, no one would like a pretty but empty-headed person, especially a picky, arrogant rich man.
He only visited this place once or twice a month. This was a small villa he had specifically bought for Eva.
But speaking of beauty, it was indeed flawless.
Eva wasn't a traditional blonde beauty.
She had no blonde hair, no blue eyes, and no fair skin.
Eva had deep, dark black wavy hair, black and pure, exuding an elegant, exotic charm.
Her light brown eyes seemed to make people fall in love with her at first glance.
She also had light wheat-colored skin, which was simply eye-catching.
Just like Hollywood's s*x goddess Megan Fox, sweetheart Jessica Alba, and Latin queen Jennifer Lopez.
From her skin tone, the original owner might have had some Latin or Native American blood.
In Western aesthetics, this skin tone represented health, vitality, and sexiness.
Her facial features could be described as exotic, deep, and three-dimensional.
She wasn't sweet at all, even a bit enchanting.
After seeing enough of the routine of blue eyes, fair skin, and blonde hair, Eva's exotic, s*xy, and enchanting temperament was absolutely stunning.
The sugar daddy might have established a relationship with Eva because of her looks.
At this moment, Eva got out of bed, intending to go downstairs to eat something.
When she went downstairs, she heard a few servants in the kitchen discussing her.
"Yesterday, I noticed that Miss Cody seemed to have stolen some gold utensils from the house again, probably to pawn them for gambling."
"Did you tell Mr. Scott?"
"Yes, but Mr. Scott didn't say anything as usual."
"Oh my God, how long will Mr. Scott tolerate this..."
"I don't know what Mr. Scott sees in Miss Cody; she's greedy, lazy, and good for nothing but being pretty."
"Mr. Scott doesn't seem to like Miss Cody much either. Come on, what man would like such an empty-headed woman who only gambles?"
Eva stopped listening and deliberately made some noise, causing the conversation to abruptly end.
She felt helpless; the original owner had lived too poorly, even the servants looked down on her.
Moreover, it seemed everyone around her was clear about her character.
But she had more important things to do. She didn't come back to life to waste time on such trivial matters.
In her previous life, she wasted a lot of precious time on these trivial matters, just to maintain so-called vanity and face.
Thinking back now, it was just the hypocritical psychology of bored and greedy upper-class women.
Caring about others' opinions was just because of one's own inner weakness.
She no longer worried about these trivial things.
She was just about to find something to eat when she heard a car honking in the yard.
Then a servant suddenly said, "Mr. Scott is here, Miss Cody."
Mr. Scott...
Alexander Scott.
That's the sugar daddy's name. But no one knew his background, and Eva even thought he wasn't Irish.
In her memory, his face looked more like a Nordic man.
Cold, quiet, detached, habitually looking down on people with his eyes.
He was very mysterious, had a lot of wealth, but no one knew his origin or what he did.
Just as Eva was recalling, Alexander had already opened the door and walked in.
Elegant, gentlemanly, like an upper-class nobleman from British society.
This was Eva's first impression of him, although he might not be British.
He was not very young, even more than ten years older than Eva, but he had an arrogant temperament, contemptuous and detached.
He saw Eva standing there in a daze, just glanced at her, but didn't stop, walking straight into the hall.
Eva instinctively judged him as an extremely arrogant man.
She followed him in and sat far away from him.
Because she knew she had androphobia, she didn't want to have any physical contact with Alexander, or she might lose control of her emotions.
Alexander took out a cigarette, smelled it at his nose, and said indifferently, "How have you been lately?"
His tone was familiar, without mentioning Eva's theft of the gold utensils to gamble.
In fact, he knew many of Eva's disgraceful things, but he never mentioned them.
Eva replied perfunctorily, "Not bad."
Alexander lit the cigarette, took a puff, and the smoke swirled around his fingers, "Recently, I will leave Ireland and won't come back."
Eva was surprised; this silent, arrogant man told her this as if it had some deeper meaning.
She replied, "Okay, you don't seem like an Irishman either."
Alexander didn't comment on Eva's words, always being mysterious, even not revealing his nationality.
His ice-blue eyes stared at Eva, suddenly saying, "Let's end this relationship here. I hope you are not someone who likes to pester."
When Eva heard Alexander say this, she didn't show a very painful expression.
If it were the original owner, she would probably be wailing now, trying every trick to keep the sugar daddy.
But she wouldn't; she knew that men were unreliable.
Why try to keep someone who is unreliable?
She took a sip of water to moisten her dry throat, "Okay, let's end it here."
Alexander looked at Eva with a probing gaze.
In his impression, Eva was always a noisy girl, using her beauty as capital to exchange for benefits.
They had been together for half a year, and he had long seen through her as a vain, gambling addict with only beauty and an empty head, throwing all the money he gave her every month onto the gambling table and losing it all.
He just thought she was pretty and fresh, so he kept her by his side for half a year.
But he abandoned her. Why did she seem very relieved now, not feeling regretful at all?
Alexander flicked some ash from his cigarette, "As per our agreement, I have transferred 100,000 euros to your account. This is what you deserve."
Eva's finger circled the rim of the glass in front of her, not looking at Alexander.
She was thinking.
It seemed this was a pre-agreed condition between the original owner and the sugar daddy.
Pretending to be noble and refusing the money was not a wise choice.
100,000 euros is not much, not even enough to make a movie for someone who wants to be a director.
But for her, who is currently penniless, this 100,000 euros is necessary.
It's a necessary sum after leaving the sugar daddy; otherwise, she might end up on the streets, unable to pay for her tuition.
She's fragile now; this money can solve her urgent needs.
Then she said, "I appreciate your generosity."
He indifferently smoked, patiently following her words, "I hope you won't lose it all on gambling in two days."
Eva glanced at Alexander, not speaking.
Alexander slightly tilted his head, "Why, can't you speak?"
Then Eva raised her head to look at him, "I will use it cautiously, like paying for tuition. After all, the tuition for film school is very high, and I can't afford it by just working part-time. Also, I've quit gambling."
Alexander rubbed his thumb, smiling lightly with his eyes, "It seems you haven't forgotten your dream of being a director?"
This was mocking Eva's overestimation of her own abilities or ridiculing her vanity and ignorance.
He knew this girl always used her dream of being a director to show off, telling people how ambitious and aspiring she was, when she was actually just trying to sell her image for benefits.
Eva replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "You're right. I do want to be a director."
She had no skills, the only thing she knew was what she had learned in the last years of her previous life about making films.
And she found she had a talent for it, and she also loved this career.
Saying it's a dream might be too pretentious for someone who has lived two lifetimes.
So, she put it another way.
In this life, she longed to be an excellent director, relying on herself and enjoying the taste of success.
"If you want to be a director, I can give you some experience," Alexander said, changing his posture, his gaze always intriguing.
Eva began to seriously scrutinize him, her tone unhurried, "I'm all ears."
Alexander was surprised to see such a humble Eva for the first time, and it wasn't just humility; her entire temperament had completely changed.
She was no longer irritable or flamboyant; she was now calm and collected, with a strong sense of self-control.
He suddenly stood up and walked towards Eva, a move that made the androphobic Eva feel as if she was facing a formidable enemy.
As he walked, he spoke indifferently, as if he had been in the film industry for many years, "In this industry, beauty is useless; you need to be smart."
As he finished speaking, he was already standing in front of Eva. Just as Eva was about to step back, he reached out and clasped Eva's chin.
In her memory, he liked to make this gesture, lightly pinching her chin and scrutinizing her face.
But this time, Eva suddenly knocked his hand