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The Family 82

Easton’s expression shifted slightly; he clearly hadn’t expected Julia to be this capable.

Jean was still lost in her own thoughts. But Julia didn’t look like she’d be teaming up with Easton anytime soon… so maybe it would be fine. Either way, she planned to avoid Julia whenever possible.

Easton curled his lips into a grin; there was a flash of arrogance in his eyes. He hadn’t thought she’d be this concerned about him. Always worried he’d crash and burn….

In reality, whether Easton would crash and burn wasn’t that important to Jean. It was Julia herself -she couldn’t explain it, but from the moment she first laid eyes on Julia, a strange unease had settled in her chest.

She didn’t like Julia. It wasn’t so much about worrying that Easton would get into trouble with her, as it was that Jean just didn’t want to be anywhere near Julia herself.

Out of sight, out of mind. Once Julia arrived, the cast of celebrities and regular contestants was finally complete.

The variety show was about to begin. At the same time, fans and viewers on all the major social platforms were eagerly waiting for the livestream of Behind the Spotlight to start.

Taylor’s new variety show had been hyped for a while. Ever since the announcement, online. discussion had been nonstop.

But even with the premiere just moments away, no one had any clue who the show had actually

cast.

The production team had done a great job keeping things under wraps; the cast lineup would only be revealed during the first episode’s livestream.

It was a bold move, one that left viewers on edge with anticipation. Online speculation ran wild, with people desperate to fast–forward to the moment the show would finally go live.

“This show is keeping things way too secret. Still no official leaks?”

“What do you mean no leaks? Someone in the industry said a film queen might be joining.”

“Film queen? You’ve been duped. She’s already overseas filming a movie–no time for this.”

“I heard from another source that they invited someone completely unexpected.”

Thanks for the thrilling insight–that’s as useful as saying nothing at all.”

*Forget the celebrities; I wanna know who the regular folks are. Imagine teaming up with a star…”

“Seriously, why didn’t they open up casting to the public? I would’ve signed up in a heartbeat.”

Cluspter 82 The Livestream. Begine

“Can we please skip to when the livestream starts? I’m going insane here.” 

Finished

“I hope my fave shows up on Behind the Spotlight. I know he’s probably not on Taylor’s radar, but hey–I’ll claim a spot for him anyway.”

“If they don’t announce the cast soon, I’m gonna lose it.”

Meanwhile, Jean sat in front of the makeup station while a stylist applied a light base.

They were going on camera, after all–no way she’d show up barefaced.

She wasn’t the only one; the rest of the cast was also making final adjustments. Some were changing clothes, others fixing their makeup or hair.

Easton wasn’t around.

He’d said he was heading to the restroom and hadn’t come back yet. The powder–dusted brush moved across Jean’s face while her eyes wandered, bored.

Her gaze landed on Julia, not far away.

The graceful girl sat obediently, quietly receiving the stylist’s “blessing.”

Jean squinted instinctively. For a split second, her brows knit together as something clicked in her mind

She finally realized why she disliked Julia so much.

Because there was something–something faint but undeniable–in Julia’s features that reminded. her of Matheo.

Of course. It was Matheo. No wonder. She hated Matheo, so naturally, she couldn’t stand this girl either.

Couldn’t be helped. Maybe this was what people meant when they said two people just didn’t “click” It wasn’t Julia’s fault she looked like that awful guy….

There were still thirty minutes to go before Behind the Spotlight officially began. The entire cast followed Taylor to the open–air plaza beneath the camphor tree at the village entrance.

“We’re starting soon,” Taylor said cheerfully, glancing at the group. “You’ve all read the script, right? Just follow the flow–when the livestream starts, we’ll do introductions one by one…”

Jean stood beside Easton, only half a meter between them.

But to an outsider, that short distance felt loud–too noticeable to ignore.

“You two know each other?”

After Taylor had finished explaining, Dustin finally gave in to his curiosity. He looked over at Jean

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Chapter 82 The Livestream Begins

Jean blinked in surprise.

Finished

She beered for a moment, then quickly shook her head. “No… we don’t. This is our first meeting. I got lost on my way here and he kindly gave me a ride.”

“Oh, I sec.” Dustin nodded, clearly enlightened. “That explains it. I thought you two already knew. each other.”

The others quietly took in the exchange as well.

So that’s what it was. But was Easton really the type to go out of his way like that?

Helping out a stranger didn’t really fit his image.

“How could I possibly know her?” Easton chuckled with a sigh, his tone light. “Today’s the first time we’ve met. She was new to the area and insisted on sticking close–I couldn’t shake her off.”

“Kids can be like that,” Olive said with a smile, chiming in after hearing Easton’s comment.

Jean frowned in annoyance.

What do you mean insisted on sticking closeDon’t flatter yourself.

Easton turned to her just then, eyes bent in a teasing smileSeeI’m playing along. Pretending we

don’t know each other.

Jean pouted, turned away with a huff, and refused to look at him again.

The final thirty minutes slipped by in chatter, and then–at last-

“Behind the Spotlight” officially went live.

As soon as the stream opened, viewers flooded in by the thousands.

The hype surged from the very beginning, skyrocketing instantly.

“Oh my, is my fave in this show? I just wanna see if he’ll show up–if not, I’ll cry.”

Quick, show us the cast already! Who’s on this thing?”

“Gosh, finally! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting? If the lineup sucks, I swear-

“Please don’t tell me it’s a bunch of nobodies. They’ve kept it hidden for way too long.

“So excited. I believe in Mr. Taylor.”

“Hurry up, I’m dying over here!”

“Welcome to ‘Behind the Spotlight.”

12:55 PM

Chapter 82 The Livestream Begins

Finished

He stood alone in the middle of the shot, no one else beside him. The background was a rustic countryside scene, with a towering camphor tree standing tall behind him, impossible to miss.

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Chapter 83 The Stars Arrive

The comments began flying across the screen like a storm.

“Mr. Taylor, long time no see!”

“Mr. Taylor, hurry up and show us the guests–I want to see who’s in the lineup!”

“Mr. Taylor, give us a hint already! Who did you invite?”

Finished

After a long–winded introduction, Taylor finally got to the part everyone had been waiting for- the guest reveal. The mysterious celebrity guests would walk in one by one from the distance, gradually approaching the camera before joining Taylor on screen.

“All right, Taylor said with a cheerful rub of his hands. “Let’s see who our first guest is…”

The camera panned–and a slim female figure came into view.

Sharp–eyed fans recognized her instantly.

“Holy crap, isn’t that Olive?”

“Whoa, it is Olive! She’s really made it!”

“She’s gorgeous, an actual vision–my eyes feel blessed.”

“When did Olive get this kind of opportunity? She kept it so quiet.”

“Co, Olive! Do your best out there!”

Olive walked up to Taylor with confidence and waved cutely at the camera. “Hi everyone, I’m Olive…”

Next, the other celebrity guests appeared one after another.

Each reveal brought waves of shock and excitement in the chat.

Oh my, this lineup is beyond anything I imagined.”

“So many A–listers–I’m satisfied.”

“I knew this show wouldn’t disappoint; what a great cast!”

“This show is going on my must–watch list–so many of my faves!”

“No wonder they kept it a secret. These names are huge. What a surprise!”

Are there more? Please tell me there’s more!”

 

 

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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