Novel & Cerita Transmigrated As Fat Young Missy

I was still confused about what she was offering, I think I know, but I just refused to believe my train of thought. "We know about your situation. We could help you, as we could also profit from you. It's a win-win, we have studied your background. As I say, we have the biggest named client. We don't let random people in. It's a very exclusive offer. We offered you to be our high paid escort. I assumed you know about sugar daddy? Well...I'm recruiting you to be our sugar baby." I finally choke on my drink. "What the hell? How could you? Why? What makes you think? Damn it? Is this a joke? Who put you up to this?...." I blurted out questions after questions. But she calmly rubbed the top of m

I didn't know what to say to her, but I just sat down quietly, mopping at her. "Miss Charmaine, this is an opportunity of a lifetime, and I want to offer it to you." I was immediately taken aback. The last time Tanner said that to me, I nearly lost my vital organs while uncovering an organ trafficking ring. By all means possible, I was praying it wasn't what I thought it was.

I replied and Miss Mitchel just giggled at me. "Hey! Stop calling me ma'am. Just call me Gabby." She replied and then I felt a pang of guilt punching me in the chest. I couldn't bring myself to answer her so I just nodded. "I'm not really someone who beats around the bush, so..." I think my heart stopped as soon as she started that sentence. Gosh! I knew this was coming. I looked at Andrea and she looks like she already has a stomachache. I tried to calm myself down and make myself believe that what she was about to say is not what I think it was.

younger sister. The eldest, Scarlett Greeley, had not returned since she went out of the country for studies. Before she left, she was the only one who seemed to care about Jade Greeley. The rest simply acted like she wasn’t a part of the family until they needed her for something. Especially her younger sister, Lily Greeley, who always liked to portray herself as a meek girl. She was a well-known pianist and liked being praised for her talent.

But as she continued to look at the glass, her own eyes faded and there were only those of her new self- wide, clear, and expressive. Was this real? She raised her hand to touch her face and felt it. She suddenly knew the identity of this new self! Her name was Katherine, Duchess Barnard. More than that, she was married to Duke Dane Barnard, one of Regency England's most feared gentlemen, and she'd gone back in time to perhaps the 1800s or something?

As I turned to respond, the lady returned with a large album in her hands. She smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at both of us. I glared at Michael, who looked completely relaxed and unbothered. I took the album. The first picture was of a very pretty baby in a pink dress, a crown, and a little wand. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I gushed. “That’s Mikey.” My smile froze for a second before I burst into laughter. The next picture was of him in a torn yellow dress.

“That didn’t answer my question.” Ryan leaned toward Dad. “How long before she threatens him?” “Twenty seconds,” Dad replied. Missy crossed her arms. “Nothing happened. I went to classes, finished my project, bought groceries, and came home.” “Did you drive?” “No. I walked.” “Alone?” Her green eyes narrowed. Ryan checked an imaginary watch. “Fourteen seconds.” “Chase,” Missy said slowly, “I am twenty-two.” “I know how old you are.” “Then stop questioning me like I’m twelve.”

"Skyla, you deserve so much more from life. I'm sorry it took this long to bring you back to us." A question that had been lingering in my mind slipped out. "Am I related to you all?" Missy laughed, a warm, comforting sound. "No, dear, not by blood. We're from the same pack, but there's no blood relation." They helped me shed the sterile hospital clothes, replacing them with a simple t-shirt and blue jeans. The denim felt foreign against my skin. I'd never owned such a thing before. Cassy carefully dabbed concealer on my face, softening the harshness of my bruises. "Looking good can make you feel good," she murmured, coaxing a melancholy smile from my lips.

Her fingers were a little shaky, but her voice was soft and brave. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I… I can answer.” Everyone looked at her. “My name is Missy,” she said, twisting her fingers under the table. “I’m nineteen. I love drawing and singing a lot. I don’t… have a boyfriend.” She paused, as if expecting someone to laugh or scoff or roll their eyes. No one did. Even Enzo stayed quiet now. “I live with my mom,” she finished. “Yeah. That’s… that’s it, I guess.”

“That’s just stupid, you get who you get because that person is perfect for you.” “What if the goddess makes mistakes?” Missy turned in the hallway and looked at Jane with big eyes as she gripped her shoulders. “The goddess doesn’t make mistakes, Jane. Let’s head to your first class before Billy comes howling down the hallway and slobbers all over you.” “You know I never told him he was my favourite.” Missy grinned then looking a bit evil. “Oh man, I’m going to have so much fun with that one. Whatever you do, just agree with me and play along.”