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The Family 596

Chapter 596 All Alone 

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The man with glasses, the master of those puppets-told a story about a perfume company before the members of the Ginger family were completely dead. 

The story was long, and Jean didn’t have the patience to listen. 

It seemed to be his own story. So, he had a grudge against the Ginger family? So this was all revenge? 

But Jean didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was when the Ginger family would finally be completely dead. 

Her gaze was icy and indifferent, like a ghost without emotion or warmth. 

Although she had lived with the Ginger family for more than ten years, there was barely any affection between them; there was no biological connection either. 

Even if they died, it didn’t matter. After all, they were accomplices in the deaths of the Abyssal Choir members. 

Jean thought, watching one Ginger family member after another die in agony before her eyes. Go to hell and keep them company. 

Sarah couldn’t stop it; she couldn’t even process what was happening. She sat there, stiff and paralyzed, overwhelmed by the sudden horror. 

The man, having finally avenged himself, couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. 

Jean stood in the shadows, silently watching them both. 

Her lips curved into a cold, bloodthirsty smile. She looked like a demon that had crawled out of hell, her entire body radiating a dark and menacing aura. 

You two have to die, too! Every last one of you! Rot in hell, all of you! Over the past few years, Jean hadn’t just been running the Abyssal Choir; she’d been actively learning all kinds of skills. 

By chance, she’d come across an ancient manuscript-and from it, she’d learned a sinister form of psychological hypnosis. 

Later, she handed the manuscript over to the rest of the Abyssal Choir, hoping they could learn it too; but strangely, they all failed. 

It seemed that aside from her, no one else could grasp the technique. 

Was it my natural talent? Or was there something strange about the manuscript itself? Jean didn’t know. 

That said, she rarely used the hypnosis-especially in crowded settings. 

Because hypnosis was an indiscriminate attack. 

Once she activated it, everyone present-friend or foe-would fall under the spell, unless they were already well-versed in the technique themselves. 

Even after all this time fighting Sarah, Jean had never gotten a chance to use this “ultimate weapon.” 

Now, without a doubt, the timing was perfect. 

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12:14 Sun, 24 Aug OD 

Chapter 596 All Alone 

Because there was no one left standing behind Jean. 

She was completely alone; one person, no backup-nothing to fear. 

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Jean stepped out from the shadows, slowly, one foot after the other, until she stood in front of Sarah and the 

man. 

That cold smile still clung to her face; the chill in her eyes was sharp enough to freeze the air. 

“You actually came to us yourself,” the man said when he saw Jean. He didn’t look surprised; he only narrowed his eyes slightly, watching her with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile. 

The thin rims of his glasses caught a faint glint of light, making it impossible to read the emotions in his eyes. “We were just about to come find you. Once you’re dead. Abyssal Choir will be finished and this mission will be a complete success.” 

To him, destroying the Abyssal Choir was just an added bonus. His ultimate goal had already been achieved; 

the Ginger family had died horribly right in front of him-his lifelong wish fulfilled. 

Now, he just needed to honor his promise to Sarah. 

This so-called leader of the infamous Abyssal Choir would soon fall… 

Jean’s smile only grew brighter, her voice light and airy, like raindrops drifting through a cold wind. “Then let’s see who dies first…” 

As she spoke, her expression darkened. 

Her eyes turned pitch-black; her lips parted and began to move ever so slightly-murmuring something under her breath. 

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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