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Chapter 242 Don’t Let Them Off Either 

For a moment, the students stared wideeyed, frozen in place with complex expressions

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Some of them opened their mouths, looking like they wanted to say somethingonly to find themselves speechless in the end

One of them finally burst out, shouting at Jean, What the hell are you even talking about? If you’re losing it, go get checked! You think we’re supposed to react instantly or something? No one knew those were real test questions back then!” 

As soon as he said that, the others seemed to find their voice again and started chiming in- 

Yeah! Who are you to say what we were thinking? Don’t put words in our mouths!” 

Don’t lump us all in with your bullshit, okay?” 

Jean’s expression darkened. Her eyes narrowed slightly. You know exactly what you didwhether you secretly saved those questions or looked up the answers. You know.” 

If we really wanted to investigate, you think your phones could handle it?She let out a cold laugh, voice suddenly dropping into a sharper, icier tone. I’m betting we’d dig up plenty.” 

That shut them up

Faces went pale. Eyes dropped to the floor. Fingers tangled together with nervous tension

Because it was true

They had searched for those answers

Some had deleted the search history. Some hadn’t. Either way, recovering that data wouldn’t be hard for someone with the right tools… 

Jean tilted her chin up slightly and kept going. If you guys benefited from the leaked questions, how do you figure you’re not part of the cheating? If Sunny’s the only one who takes the fall, that’s hardly fair.” 

Off to the side, Sunny’s eyelids twitched. He slowly glanced in Jean’s direction, his gaze flicking upward in a quiet, hollow sweep

Sir.” Jean turned toward the principal, her voice smooth as glass, lips curled into a faint smile. Aside from Sunny, don’t let the others off easy eitherMake sure they’re all investigated.” 

She spoke in that same easy, detached voicebut what she said landed like a sledgehammer

And she meant it

She knew the principal would follow through

The cheating scandal had already blown upway beyond the school’s four walls. It was public now. People outside the academy were watching too

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Most of the students in Class 3 were from wealthy, powerful families, but even their parents would have a hard time stepping in to fix this

With public pressure mounting, the principal had no choice but to pursue this to the endand show results

He gave Jean a solemn nod

Even if she hadn’t said it, he’d already decided there was no turning back. There was no leniency left to 

offer

And now, thanks to Jean lighting the match, the rest of Class 3 was getting dragged in too

They’d all be investigated

Sofia, luckily, managed to dodge the fallout

She hadn’t logged into her Facebook account in ages. Which meant she never received the questions in the class group chat

And her grades? So far ahead of everyone else it was laughable. The idea that she’d need to cheat was ridiculous

When the principal launched the investigation, he didn’t hold back

He went straight for their phones

Under normal circumstances, combing through someone’s private device would be a massive invasion of privacyand totally unacceptable

But this wasn’t normal

This was a scandal that had already made waves across the school and beyond. And it was obvious- 

Jean was right

Those phones didn’t stand a chance. They were full of traces. Full of clues

Some students had done a decent job scrubbing their history. Others hadn’t even bothered. Either way, it didn’t matter

There were still plenty of pieces left behind. Enough to prove the truth

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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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