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The Family 593

The Family 593

Chapter 593 A Worthwhile Deal 

To most members of Abyssal Choir, Dusk was nothing more than a codename

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Inside Dusk’s office were countless items and documents related to the organizationand now, all of it belonged to Jean 

It was more than enough for her to take Dusk’s place and play the role

Jean never would’ve imagined that she’d go from a brandnew recruit to someone with blood on her hands

all in the blink of an eyeonly to rise as the leader of a secret organization

But now that it had happened, she couldn’t afford to waste time on fear or second thoughts. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and move forward

She knew she had to make full use of the Abyssal Choir card

As for Dusk, she didn’t regret it in the slightest

A man like that deserved to die

After his death, Jean moved swiftly to consolidate Abyssal Choir’s resources and rein in its members, bringing order and structure to the way the entire organization operated

But to Jean, that still wasn’t enough

Ever since her awakening, she had known about many events that were destined to unfold in the future

She knew that as the protagonist of this world, Sarah would effortlessly attract support from all kinds of talented individualseach one charmed by her brilliance, willingly pledging their loyalty to her

But none of that had happened yet. So there was no reason she couldn’t snatch those people up 

She had the advantage of foresight, and it only made sense to use it

With that decision made, Jean wasted no time taking action

Her first target was Ludwig

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A cold, roboticlike fighting machineone of the bloodiest and most ruthless enforcers under the future heroine’s command

Jean had never met Ludwig before and knew little about him

If not for her foresight, he wouldn’t even have been on her radar

Back then, Ludwig had a bit of a reputation, but he hadn’t yet become the unstoppable force he was destined to be

Jean figured that if she simply sent one of her subordinates to recruit him, it wouldn’t be enough. A man like that needed sincerity to be moved

After all, geniuses always had their pride. So she decided to go herself

Naturally, she took precautionsdisguising her appearance

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Chapter 593 A Worthwhile Deal 

Leaders of secret organizations never revealed their true faces. It was a basic rulemeant to avoid retaliation from enemies and to preserve a sense of mystery, even within the organization

That was how Dusk had operated

There was no reason for Jean to break that tradition

The day she met Ludwig, it was dark and raining

She’d expected to find a fierce, imposing figure. Instead, Ludwig was badly injured

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The teenage boy was bleeding out, his face deathly pale, consciousness slipping. He was so weak, he looked like he could die at any moment

Jean didn’t hesitate. She stepped in and saved him on the spot

And just like thatby pure chanceJean became Ludwig’s lifesaver.” 

Because of that, Ludwig joined Abyssal Choir without protest

Jean hadn’t expected it to go so smoothly

His recruitment gave her an enormous boost of confidence

She had taken Ludwigone of Sarah’s future trump cardsright out from under her nose. It made Jean stronger, and Sarah weaker. It was a deal too good to pass up

Next, she planned to repeat the process and recruit another future top aide of Sarah’sJolene

But bringing Jolene in wasn’t nearly as easy

She was a cautious, rational woman

Even after Jean laid all her cards on the table and talked with her at length, Jolene still wasn’t fully convinced

In the end, Jean had no choice but to use the tacticpainting grand, exaggerated visions of Abyssal Choir’s future

To her surpriseJolene actually started to waver

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And just like thathalf bluff, half honesty, Jean managed to recruit Jolene into Abyssal Choir

After that, she felt a lot more 

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But she didn’t expect a crisis to erupt inside 11.zation so soon

Luka was the secondincommand of 

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ked just below Dusk

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He was sharp, meticulous, and cautious by nature

Even though he had never seen Dusk in person, after just a few brief exchanges with Jean, he sensed something was off

Eventually, Luka came right out and asked her, You’re not Dusk, are you?” 

They hadn’t met facetofaceonly communicated onlinebut Luka’s question still made Jean break out in a cold sweat

She hadn’t expected him to be that perceptive

After just a few text conversations, he’d figured out she wasn’t the real Dusk

No wonder he was the secondincommand of Abyssal Choirhe wasn’t someone who could be easily fooled

And just like that, Jean’s disguise fell apart in front of Luka

She had no idea what he planned to do with that information

With her current strength, she had no chance of winning against someone like him

She also knew there was no point pretending anymoreno use trying to dodge or deny

She might as well come clean

Jean left out the details but gave Luka a rough outline of what had happened between her and Dusk

She also told him, If needed, I can step down and hand the position over to you.” 

To be fair, Luka probably was more suited to lead the organization than she was

But Luka declined. No need. You can keep being Dusk. It’s fine.” 

He seemed like a gentle perso 

too, in his own way, Nothing bad will happen now. I’ll help you.” 

to put Jean at ease. You don’t need to be afraid

Jean hadn’t expected the crisis of being exposed to end like that

Luka’s reaction completely caught her off guard

Still, having his support meant Jean could now firmly establish herself within Abyssal Choir

Her position as leader was more secure than ever

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The Family

The Family

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The Family

Summary & Review: The Family

Jean Ginger was dead. A self-made woman who achieved financial freedom before thirty, her life was cut short in a tragic car accident. But instead of fading away, Jean woke up in an unfamiliar, overly frilly bedroom surrounded by stuffed toys. Her head throbbed as strange memories began flooding her mind — memories that weren’t hers. Within moments, Jean realized the unbelievable truth: she had transmigrated into the world of a book she once mockingly read online, The Real Heiress Awakens.

The story she remembered was an outrageously dramatic one about a poor girl named Sarah who discovered she was actually the real daughter of a wealthy family, the Gingers of Blairford. In her first life, Sarah had suffered greatly — betrayed, humiliated, and married to the wrong man. But after being reborn, she vowed to take back everything that had been stolen from her. She returned to the Gingers, exposed the impostor who had been living her life, and won over her powerful birth family and their love. Not only that, she even stole back her impostor’s fiancé — the male lead of the story.

It was a total wish-fulfillment fantasy: revenge, romance, and the triumphant rise of the “real” heiress. But for Jean, it was a nightmare — because she had been reborn as the fake heiress who loses everything by the end of the novel. Even worse, this character’s name was also Jean Ginger.

Still dazed, Jean checked herself in the mirror and nearly screamed. She wasn’t just the doomed heiress — she was thirteen years old. Her tall, elegant body was gone, replaced with short, chubby limbs and a round, childish face. On the bright side, she was years away from the events that would destroy her life. The real heiress hadn’t shown up yet.

Just as she was processing her situation, her phone pinged. It was a bank notification — $70,000 had just been deposited into her account. Jean blinked, counting the zeros again and again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Seventy thousand dollars. For a monthly allowance.

Her pain, confusion, and panic melted away in an instant. In her past life, she had worked herself to exhaustion for every dollar. Now she was rich — effortlessly. She didn’t have to hustle, fight, or struggle. The only thing she had to do was exist.

“Fake heiress?” she thought with a shrug. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

Jean quickly decided she wasn’t going to challenge the real heroine or get involved in any melodramatic family battles. She knew how the story would end — the Ginger family would fall into chaos, her brothers would lose their minds, and Sarah would rise as the hero who brought them down. There was no point trying to change fate. Instead, Jean made up her mind: she would relax, play the role of a harmless background character, and enjoy her wealthy lifestyle until the plot killed off the Gingers. By that time, she’d be long gone — comfortably rich, maybe even checked into a luxury psychiatric ward if that’s what it took to survive.

But peace never lasts.

Outside her room, she heard a maid calling her name, saying that dinner was ready but she hadn’t responded. Then another voice answered — calm, deep, and commanding. It belonged to Dominic Ginger, the eldest brother of the Ginger family. The moment he entered, Jean instinctively grabbed a plush bunny and held it to her chest like a shield.

Dominic was everything his reputation promised — tall, cold, and intimidating, with sharp features that could have been carved from marble. He was dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that looked more appropriate for a business meeting than a family dinner.

Jean’s eyes darted up at him. Even though she was technically his little sister now, he looked like a completely different species. She knew from the novel that Dominic was the strict, emotionless type — a perfectionist who treated family like subordinates. He was one of the five Ginger brothers who would later become antagonists in the story, each powerful and broken in their own way.

Still, Jean decided to play innocent. She widened her eyes, her pigtails bouncing, her cheeks pink, and clutched her bunny tighter. She looked like a lost doll — the perfect image of a fragile, harmless child.

Dominic’s icy voice broke the silence. “Dinner. Now.”

Jean blinked. He talks? she thought, startled. In the original story, Dominic barely spoke unless necessary. Her inner monologue continued, mocking his stiffness — but before she could stop herself, something strange happened.

Dominic’s gaze sharpened, and he responded quietly, as if answering an invisible question. “I just got back from work.”

Jean froze. She hadn’t said anything out loud. That meant — he could hear her thoughts.

Panic hit her like a truck. She quickly forced a nervous laugh and said aloud, “Oh, okay…” trying to cover her shock. But inside, her mind was spinning. What kind of weird twist was this? Was Dominic telepathic now? This wasn’t in the book!

Dominic, meanwhile, looked just as confused. His jaw tightened as he studied the small girl in front of him. He was sure he’d heard her voice in his head — clear, childish, and slightly sarcastic — but her lips hadn’t moved. It made no sense.

The tension between them filled the air. Jean tried to smile sweetly, pretending to be the clueless little sister, while her inner voice screamed at herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to let her thoughts run wild if her cold, powerful brother could actually hear them.

Still, beneath the fear, another thought flickered in her mind — maybe this was her chance. If Dominic could hear her thoughts, maybe she could use it to her advantage. After all, she knew the future of every character in this story. And she wasn’t going to end up in a psych ward this time.

Not if she played her cards right.

For now, though, Jean did what any smart person would do when facing a dangerously perceptive older brother who might read minds: she smiled, hugged her bunny tighter, and quietly followed him to dinner — already scheming about how to survive in this ridiculous new world where fiction had become her reality.

Because if there was one thing Jean Ginger was good at, it was surviving — and making money while doing it.

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