"Sister, I know it wasn’t my fault you got lost back then, but it’s true that I’ve been in your place all these years. I’ve been living the life that should have been yours, so it’s only right for you to hate me. I shouldn’t have gone with Mom and Dad from the orphanage. Even though I never had enough to eat or warm clothes and was bullied by the older kids, that was just my fate. I should have accepted it. But I wanted a family so badly... I got lost in Mom and Dad’s gentle eyes, and when they reached out to me, I took their hands."
Jasmine Sinclair spoke through tears, occasionally glancing up to sneak a peek at Clara Sinclair.
"First, I didn’t get ’lost.’ I couldn’t even walk back then. I was stolen. Second, I don’t care whether you took my place or not. Third, don’t play the victim in front of me. I’m not buying it. And save your cheap tears; they don’t work on me. If you want to cry, go back to your own room and do it."
After speaking, Clara Sinclair released her grip on Jasmine Sinclair’s neck.
For some reason, watching this little thing cry made her feel inexplicably irritated. ’All she knows how to do is sob and snivel, what a sight. She faked a fall this afternoon, and now she’s playing the victim. It’s one act after another. So much drama. If she were an actress, she’d at least win an Oscar with this level of performance.’
Jasmine Sinclair bit her lower lip, her gaze cautiously fixed on Clara Sinclair. Even the teardrops clinging to her lashes trembled just right, perfectly conveying a look of pitifulness, grievance, and a desire to please.
"There’s no one else here. Drop the damsel-in-distress act. Who are you performing for?"
Seeing Jasmine Sinclair’s pitiful act, Clara Sinclair grew even more annoyed.
’What are you looking at? Do you expect me to comfort you?’
Yelled at by Clara Sinclair, Jasmine Sinclair immediately lowered her head, pursing her lips pitifully. Her fingers anxiously twisted the hem of her nightgown, her face maintaining the expression of a wronged and innocent little rabbit. Inwardly, however, she was silently answering Clara: ’Of course I’m performing for you, my dear sister...’
’She says she’s not buying it, but her tone has clearly softened. She’s still falling for it. A classic case of a romance novel protagonist who’s all bark and no bite.’
Jasmine Sinclair picked up the snacks scattered on the floor and pushed them into Clara Sinclair’s arms. Her tear-stained eyes curved into crescents as she flashed Clara a sweet, fawning smile. Her voice was soft and docile. "Sister, these are all my favorite snacks. They’re all for you. Once you eat them, you can’t be mad at me anymore."
Clara Sinclair frowned in disgust at the assortment of snacks in her arms. ’What is all this stuff? It’s all junk food.’
’This little green tea must have seen that faking a fall and playing the victim didn’t work. Is she now trying to poison my body with this junk food?’
’Such a malicious mind.’
’Whatever, I can’t be bothered to argue with her. She’ll just start crying endlessly again.’
"I’ll take the snacks. If there’s nothing else, I’m closing the door."
Clara Sinclair turned to go back into her room, but just as she lifted her foot, Jasmine Sinclair grabbed the corner of her clothes from behind.
"What do you want now?"
Clara Sinclair asked impatiently, turning her head.
"Sister, your pajamas..."
Jasmine Sinclair’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pajamas Clara Sinclair was wearing.
Hearing the word "pajamas," Clara Sinclair froze. She looked down and saw she was wearing the cute, blue robot-cat pajamas she had designed at a brand’s request. There was even a shiny blue bell hanging around her neck. It was beyond embarrassing.
"So cute..."
Jasmine Sinclair couldn’t resist reaching out and poking the little bell on Clara Sinclair’s neck, which instantly let out a JINGLE JINGLE. "Sister, you look so cute in these pajamas..."
Hearing the word "cute," the tips of Clara Sinclair’s ears instantly turned beet red. She violently slapped Jasmine Sinclair’s hand away. "None of your..."
Before Clara Sinclair could finish her harsh sentence, Jasmine Sinclair leaned in close, her voice soft, sticky, and full of wheedling charm. "Sister, where did you buy them? Jasmine wants a pair too."
Clara Sinclair was so taken aback by this sudden cute act that she took half a step back.
’Are we that close?’
’Why are you acting all cutesy with me?’
’She actually looks pretty well-behaved like this... I almost don’t have the heart to refuse her.’
A few minutes later, Clara Sinclair came out of her room and shoved several sample pieces she had just finished a few days ago into Jasmine Sinclair’s arms. With an annoyed expression, she shooed her away. "Take them and get lost!"
These samples were all handmade by her. Even as pajamas, they were worth five figures or more. And now this little green tea was getting them for free. ’I just hope that after getting these pajamas, she won’t cause any more trouble tonight.’
"Thank you, sister! You’re so good to me, sister. I really, really like you."
Jasmine Sinclair hugged the pajamas gleefully. ’It’s true that women who know how to act cute have it best. Just look at our dear female lead. The look on her face says she hates me, but her body is very honest. Didn’t she give me the clothes anyway?’
As she left, Jasmine Sinclair didn’t forget to turn back and make a heart shape with her hands at Clara Sinclair.
SLAM! Clara Sinclair slammed the door shut, as if disgusted by Jasmine Sinclair.
Back in her own room, hugging the clothes, Jasmine Sinclair flopped onto the soft, large bed and finally couldn’t hold back a laugh. "Pfft..."
She poked the chubby robot-cat design on the pajamas. "I never expected the cool and badass female lead to be this cute. This is a little different from the ’big shot’ image described in the novel..."
Jasmine Sinclair changed into the matching robot-cat pajamas, took several selfies in the mirror, and then posted the photos to her WhatsApp Status.
[My new pajamas from my sister. Love them, hehe. [Image][Image][Image]]
Although she didn’t have Clara Sinclair’s WhatsApp yet, she would add her sooner or later. She refused to believe that Clara wouldn’t be completely charmed when she eventually saw these posts.
Just as she finished posting, a text message suddenly popped up on her phone. Jasmine Sinclair opened it and saw a transfer notification for 500,000 dollars. The description read: "September Allowance."
’Is this the life of a rich heiress?’
’Half a million dollars in allowance for a single month? This is amazing! And with a life like this, the original Jasmine still got into a catfight with the real heiress over a man? She must have had a screw loose. But I can’t blame the original owner. I can only blame Jessica Adler for insisting on writing this kind of ’fake heiress vs. real heiress’ plot.’
With a sudden fortune of 3 million, Jasmine Sinclair couldn’t sleep. She lay in bed, her mind consumed by a single thought: she wanted to hire a dozen male models to warm her bed.
Just as Jasmine Sinclair was debating whether to act on this idea, the System’s voice suddenly appeared.
[In light of the Host’s recent performance, this System has, after careful consideration, decided to add a Conquest Mission for you.]
The next second, a virtual screen appeared before Jasmine Sinclair as pink, heart-shaped special effects exploded throughout the room like fireworks.
[Do you want to experience the ultimate romantic heartbeat? Five SSR-rank unhinged, obsessive male supporting characters have been packaged for you.]
[They are: the simpering, crazed, and loyal but possessive lovesick Aiden Hayes from *The True Heiress Only Has a Billion Secret Identities*; the possessive, pure mad dog Ethan Payne from *Hidden Face of Day and Night*; the outwardly gentle but secretly dark Dexter Ashford from *President Grant, Stop the Torment! Your Wife’s Grave Is Already Overgrown*; and the evil twin brothers with a shared sensation, Adrian and Landon Shepherd, from *The Big Shot’s 365-Day Captive Love*.]