The System Can’t Control Me
Language: en
I woke up as the fake heiress, the classic cuckoo in the nest. My mission? Bully the real daughter until she broke. The System issued its first directive: Grind her face into the mud. Make her taste absolute humiliation! I dragged her to a five-star wellness retreat for a premium botanical mud wrap. The next morning, she was glowing, outshining everyone. The System panicked: Force her into manual labor! Work her until she collapses! I bought her a VIP membership at an elite private gym. She squatted while shredded trainers fed her buttered lobster tails, sweating through designer gear. The…