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The Family 149

Chapter 149 Heavy with Secrets.

Carl personally escorted Jean back to her room.

Finished

“Next time, no matter who it is, don’t step outside,” he said, his tone distant, almost indifferent.

Clearly, he was not pleased about her reckless decision to leave the room tonight.

Jean pouted. “There won’t be a next time…”

If that guy hadn’t looked like you, I’d never have gone out in the first place.

Carl’s eyes flickered slightly. He pressed his lips into a thin line, staring at her in silence for a

moment.

Finally, he said coldly, “Get some rest.”

Then, he turned and walked away.

Jean did not argue. She closed the door firmly behind her and locked it. She strolled into the inner room, calm on the surface, but her mind was anything but.

She kept thinking about that man, the one who had disguised himself as Carl.

His voice…

It was nearly identical to the one she had heard during the manor kidnapping.

She could not be mistaken..

Which meant the incidents in Northara and the earlier abduction were the work of the same

group.

But what was his role? Was he the mastermind or just a pawn? Was there someone even more powerful behind him?

None of these questions had answers.

What terrified her most was that even a family as powerful as the Ginger family could not uncover the truth. The investigation had stalled, and the people in the shadows remained hidden.

Jean’s eyes darkened.

Did this mean traditional methods were no longer enough? Perhaps it was time to try something untraditional. Like turning to Abyssal Choir for help?

Fighting magic with magic might be their only hope.

Of course, it was just a thought for now. She still did not know what kind of standing the original

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Clearly, this conspiracy was targeting the entire Ginger family, and she was simply caught in the crossfire. But as long as she remained linked to the Ginger family, she would share their fate.

If their ship sank, she would go down with it and maybe even lose her life.

Jean shook her head, brow furrowed deeply.

At this point, relying on Ludwig alone was not going to cut it. Maybe it was time to learn more about the mysterious Abyssal Choir.

With a head full of thoughts, she lay awake deep into the night before finally drifting into sleep.

The next morning, the plane meant to take them back landed at the airport.

At last, it was time to leave Northara.

What happened last night was known only to Jean and Carl.

Without a word, they both chose to keep it a secret, telling no one. After all, talking about it would only cause panic, and offer no real benefit.

Ludwig and Dominic had regained consciousness, and their injuries were gradually healing. That, perhaps, was the only silver lining.

Before boarding, Carl had his men meticulously sweep the airport and aircraft for any threats.

hidden

They were not safe. Perhaps, those terrifying forces were still lurking in the shadows, watching them.

The airport, and the plane, needed to be thoroughly checked. They had no room for the slightest. oversight. Otherwise, this rescue mission would be in vain.

After everything was confirmed to be secure, Jean finally boarded the flight back home.

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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