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That’s only natural, since she couldn’t feel the presence of anyone else at all – Easton, the crew members, the rescue team

No one.

It was as if they had completely vanished, and she was trapped within a strange, airtight space.

She couldn’t hear a single sound from the others.

Jean struggled to get on her feet. She began to circle the rocks, with the torchlight firmly held in her hand.

She was searching for a tinge of hope for survival among these rocks.

She couldn’t let herself trapped and died here.

However, after circling for a long time, all she found was nothing but rocks. There wasn’t a single place where hope seemed possible.

She lowered her eyes, a hint of desperation flashed in her eyes.

It was then the walkie–talkie in the adventure pack came across her mind.

A flash of excitement flickered in her eyes as she immediately opened his backpack.

She rummaged through her backpack and she finally found the walkie talkie at the corner of her bag.

However, when she was about to open the walkie–talkie, she realized that it seem to be malfunctioning.

To put it in simple words, it couldn’t work at all!

For God’s sake!

Jean felt like crying.

She thought, What was this bad luck? Is the end of me?

At that thought, a flash of resolve ignited in her eyes.

Even if fate turned against her, she wouldn’t concede defeat that easily.

At this moment, Ludwig came across her mind.

Jean thought, With her current situation, does Ludwig have any way to save her?

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Sadly, what she could do now was think about it.

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She never brought that badge from the Abyssal Choir with her, and naturally she wasn’t able to contact Ludwig via the badge.

Now, she could only rely on herself.

Jean rapidly adjusted herself. The desperation earlier was gone, as she continued to inspect her surroundings with the torchlight in her hand.

After around 20 minutes, she finally found a gap that was neither wide nor narrow at a corner.

If there’s a gap, it explains that it is not a total airtight space!

Jean pressed her lips together. She accumulated strength in her fingers as she tried to move the rock around the gap.

She knocked and tapped for a while. All of a sudden, she didn’t know what she knocked but a whole chunk of rock started to move!

The initial small gap turned wider without warning – wide enough for a skinny child to slip through sideways.

Jean finally understood how she could end up in this isolated space from the main path of the tunnel.

It turned out that she might have bumped against a similar chunk of rock, and fell inside through the narrow gap.

As for the others, they were too big to fir through.

Jean let out a soft sigh as she thought, How could I be this unlucky? A series of coincidences and accidents led me in this current situation.

Fortunately, now she had caught a faint tinge of hope.

Carrying her backpack, she squeezed through the narrow gap carefully.

She instinctively held her breath and tried her best to curl her body.

After a series of intermittent struggling, she made it out!

Jean couldn’t help but took a long breath.

However, the sight in front of her made her stand still in place.

She never thought that after crawling out, a huge piece of rock lay before her.

Besides, what surrounded her was still impassable rocks.

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Jean felt like she was being played in the hand of fate.

She gritted her teeth; her eyes filled with resilience.

The more reality hit her, the less she could afford to fall!

Like how she did before, she inspected the surroundings with her torchlight.

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Hard work and determination never goes unrewarded. Before long, she discovered another gap between the rocks.

Based on her experience, Jean pushed the rocks around the gap. But this time, the rocks didn’t move an inch even thought she had used every ounce of her strength.

And this gap was too narrow for her to slip through.

This time, Jean was truly trapped in this difficult situation.

Unwilling to give up yet, she bit her lips and bent her body down as she pressed her face against the gap.

She cast her gaze out via the gap,

s she tried to grasp the condition out there.

Without warning, a beam of bright light shot through.

Jean instinctively backed away as she blocked her eyes with her hand.

The next second, she heard clear footsteps.

Someone was right out there on the other side of the rock.

This could possibly mean that she was just one step away from getting out of this dire situation.

Jean immediately pressed her face against the gap as she yelled at the top of her lungs, “Anybody there?”

Once her voice landed, the sound of footsteps outside stopped.

This time, she didn’t back away. Instead, she squinted her eyes instinctively.

Then, the sound of cautious footsteps rang beside her.

Someone was approaching tentatively.

Jean widened her eyes, and with the aid of torchlight, she vaguely saw a face approaching from outside.

It was Julia.

Holding her torchlight Iulia slightly widened her eves as she annroached with caution.

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escape.

Subconsciously, Jean wanted nothing to do with Julia.

Because she knew that the capable and intelligent Julia was not a kind person.

However, given everything that had happened until now, they were not at odds with each other.

Just as Jean was still tangled in her thoughts, Julia suddenly spoke, “Who, who are you?”

Her voice was trembling slightly. It was obvious that Julia wasn’t calm as well, and was even a bit fearful.

Jean spoke up boldly, “Julia. It’s me, Jean.”

Upon hearing her, Julia froze for a moment; her eyes darted around for a while. Then she asked, “Jean, why are you here?”

Jean pressed her lips slightly.

Given her current situation, the only way is to ask help from Julia.

No matter what, staying alive and escaping was the top priorities.

Thinking about this, she parted her lips slightly and recounted her earlier encounter to Julia.

She then said sincerely, “I’m now trapped here and can’t get out. Can you please pass on the message to the rescue team?”

Julia kept biting her lips as she remained silent without saying a word.

For some reason, upon hearing those tragic experience she had encountered, not only did she not feel sorry for her, but she felt a strange thrill instead.

In fact, she didn’t like Jean.

A useless good–for–nothing who knew nothing – how did she get such good luck to be on the same team as Easton and enjoy his care?

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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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The Family

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Status: Ongoing Type: Billionaire Native Language: English

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.