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The Family 474

Chapter 474 Truly a Male Lead 

Maybe it was because they had shared more than just the good timesthey had also gone through hardship together

As the saying goes, adversity reveals true friendship- 

They had seen each other at their worst, walked through the mud together. That’s what made their bond so 

real

Perfect, I was thinking of hitting the streets too. Let’s go together!Sofia’s brows curved with delight. She smiled with her eyes, her expression shining even brighter than the sunlight outside the window

The two of them exchanged a look and smiled

As Jean and Sofia exited the school gates, Asher was just getting into his car

The driver took his schoolbag and opened the door for him with practiced ease

The tall, slender boy moved with elegance as he stepped into the luxurious Bentley

Jean only caught a glimpse of his profile

But almost immediately, Asher seemed to notice them standing by the road. He quickly rolled down the window

Their eyes met instantly

Hey!Sofia grinned and waved at him

Jean gave him a small nod in greeting 

Asher had been back with the Lawson family for four or five years now- 

The poor, guarded boy she remembered seemed like a distant memory

The Asher of today was cool and aristocratic, carrying a quiet but undeniable aura of power

The distance and coldness he gave off were impossible to ignore

But that kind of transformation was to be expected

After returning to the elite Lawson family, surrounded by schemes and power plays, it was only natural for him to change

Thankfully, Asher only acted like that in public. With her and Sofia, he was still the same- 

Still the kind, quiet boy they knew

He even told them things no one else knew- 

For example, over the past few years since returning to the Lawson family, Asher had secretly do.. a lot

He outmaneuvered his own father, forcing the man to relinquish control of the family business and go 

abroad to recover.” 

Chapter 474 Truly a Male Lead 

He took over Lawson Corp, step by step, until the entire operation was in his hands 

Eventually, he brought his mother Mindy into the Lawson household to live with him

Now, no one in the Lawson family dared to go against him

That had been his resolve from the moment he was taken back into that house

To take everything he wantedand to protect the people who mattered

And he had done it

He never tried to hide any of this from Jean or Sofia. Instead, he always spoke about it in a calm, matterof- fact tone

Jean truly admired his mindset

Patience, strategy, and quiet resilience

Truly worthy of being a male leadwhat an inspiring journey

Of course, Jean was also genuinely happy for what Asher had achieved

She knew just how hard things had been for him before. Honestly- 

His entire life had nearly been ruined by his halfbrother

To rise from the ashes, claw his way out of rock bottom, and become who he was today- 

Jean was proud of him

And now, Asher was a true elite among the elite. His mannerisms and presence had changed completely- But in front of Jean and Sofia, he remained modest, softspoken, and kind

That alone made it impossible for Jean to dislike him

Truly a male leadworthy in both heart and character

As Jean was lost in her thoughts, she looked up to find Asher, still sitting in the car, gazing quietly at her

His dark eyes lingered on her for a moment

Then, he parted his lips and said something in a low voice

The distance made it hard for Jean to hear what he’d said

But judging by the shape of his mouth, she could just barely make it out- 

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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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