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Chapter 28 Is There Something Wrong With Your Brain?

Anyone who wasn’t deaf could hear clearly that Lacey’s voice was completely different from Jean’s 

If she kept singing, she’d just be embarrassing herself further.

When Lacey’s voice faltered, everyone in the audience and judges already had their answer.

Jean didn’t even need to open her mouth again..

She followed the others silently as they left the stage, returning backstage.

Just as Jean stepped through the doorway-

“Jean!”

Lacey’s voice came screaming, filled with fury, and a dark shadow lunged straight at Jean.

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Lacey charged forward, her face twisted with uncontrollable rage, her eyes blazing with anger. Her palm was already raised high, ready to slap jean hard across the face!

Jean froze for a split second, but immediately jumped backward.

She moved just quickly enough to avoid the full force of the slap, but Lacey’s nails still scraped painfully across Jean’s cheek.

A few sharp red lines instantly appeared on Jean’s pale skin.

Having retreated too quickly, Jean accidentally stepped on some props behind her. Losing her balance, she fell backward, landing painfully on her rear end.

It hurt like hell.

This is some seriously rotten luck.

jean narrowed her eyes, feeling wronged.

What did I even do to deserve this? I’m clearly the victim here

Lacey stood rooted to the spot, trembling in anger, her face flushed bright red.

Everyone else watched coldly, indifferent to what was happening.

Even though Jean was obviously the victim now, they tacitly approved of Lacey’s actions. In fact, many of them secretly thought Jean deserved this kind of “punishment.”

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“Jean, you’ve ruined everyone’s hard work these past few days!” someone accused harshly.

“All you wanted was to show off! You wanted the whole world to know how beautifully you could sing, didn’t you? Lacey did. this for all of usso we’d win the prize…but you’re selfish and hatefull another girl chimed in bitterly.

“Just to prove your point, you’ve thrown away sure–win performance. What were you even thinking? Would it have killed you to compromise just a little bit?”

“Selfish attention–seeker–you got exactly what you deserved!”

i winced at the noise.

She stood back up from the ground, pressed her lips tightly together, and just as she was about to open her mouth to say something-

There was

revne immed

the door

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Borrow someone?

Aside from Jean, who remained silent and cold–faced, everyone else grew visibly excited.

This was Easton’s manager, after all.

Anything related to Easton was enough to make people giddy..

“Who do you want? We’re all free,” someone eagerly asked.

Holan’s gaze roamed across the room again, finally landing on Jean standing quietly in the corner. With a gentle smile, he said, ‘I’d like this little tree classmate over here.”

Jean blinked.

Everyone else stared in disbelief.

Surprise, jealousy, and confusion surged inside their hearts,

They could only watch helplessly as Holan led Jean out of the room.

“What’s with your face? Holan asked casually as soon as they left backstage, showing no hesitation to s

Jean gently touched her cheek, mumbling softly, “Nothing much. Just scratched by a dog.”

“Oh, you guys even have a dog back there, huh?” Holan said with low chuckle.

Jean stayed silent, not bothering to reply.

Holan didn’t mind and cheerfully continued chatting, “You know who I am, right?”

Jean nodded. “Yeah.”

start a conversation.

Easton was incredibly famous, and his manager Holan often appeared alongside him, making him just as recognizable. They reached the VIP lounge doorand Holan lightly knocked. “Easton, I’ve brought her.”

Jean couldn’t help but think this whole situation felt off somehow.

It was like one of those tabloid articles with headlines like, “Top Male Celebrky Secretly Meets Teenage Girl, Brokered by Manager!

While her thoughts wandered, the door opened.

Easton’s extraordinarily beautiful face appeared before her.

“All right, you can go now, Easton told Holan first, dismissing him casually, before lowering his eyes to look at Jean. His gaze was deep and unreadable. “Come on in.” 

Jean didn’t mind seeing Easton

If she had, she wouldn’t have obediently followed Holan in the first place.

Compared to those insane people backstage like Lacey, Easton was infinitely better company.

Easton’s private VIP lounge was spacious, luxurious, and far more comfortable than the crowded dressing room Jean had been stuck in earlier

“What would you like to drink?”

Easton walked ahead. From belund, Jean could only see his broad back

“Whatever, she replied absentmindedly

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“So, what happened to your face?”

Easton settled down on the sofa across from herleaning back lazily, looking relaxed but clearly amused.

He asked the same question Holan had just asked.

But Jean felt something was off about his tone.

Why does this guy look so punchable right now? If I’m not mistaken, is he actually enjoying my misfortune?

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Easton suddenly laughed out loud,

Jean, sometimes you’re really adorable.” He casually brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, speaking slowly with at meaningful tone.

“But today, it really was pity.”

Easton narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly remarked quietly.

His dark eyes glittered with a chilling light, black like obsidian.

“Honestly, I was looking forward to seeing you lose your temper and embarrass yourself out there.”

Easton spoke softly, calmly delivering words dripping with poison like a serpent quietly flicking its tongue in the shadows.

Jean was puzzled.

“Watching you get played like a fool would’ve been entertaining Easton tilted his head slightly, propping his check on his palm as he stared directly at her.

Jean realized she’d need a moment to digest this unsettling fact.

What’s

‘s wrong with this guy? Does he have some kind of dark, twisted personality? How could he actually enjoy seeing his own sister humiliated?

Easton blinked slowly. He’d never bothered hiding his true nature from Jean.

He’d never been a

a good person.

People always believed he was cheerful, always smiling, but beneath that pleasant facade was a dark, twisted heart,

Easton knew he harbored a deep destructive impulse.

Nothing gave him greater pleasure than seeing adorable, fragile things like Jean crumble and fall apart.

Jean had managed to fight back today, successfully thwarting his expectations.

But even though things hadn’t gone as he’d wished, he’d found it strangely amusing.

“Laston”

Jean’s crisp voice suddenly broke his thoughts, calling out his name clearly.

Easton quickly regained his senses, looking up at Jean’s cute, innocent face

suddenly lifted a finger, pointing straight at her own head as she asked in an earnest, serious tone. “Is there something wrong with your brain

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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