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Chapter 92 They All Want to Win

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Easton looked at Taylor as he curled his lips slightly and said, “Taylor, I’ll be the one to win this adventure. His handsome face was like a dazzling diamond, as it shone bright under the sun.

Nobody had ever expected the quiet Easton to speak such bold words.

Not even Jean had expected that.

She looked at her brother with her eyes widened. At last, she kept this to herself without saying a

word.

Someone commented: “Where does this guy’s confidence come from? Saying that he’ll be the one to win? I wouldn’t even dare to say that. If you mess up, you’ll be the laughingstock.”

Upon hearing Jean’s inner thought, he didn’t get angry. Instead, his will to win grew stronger.

He wanted to win, not for himself, but for I

rJean.

The comment section went into a frenzy at this moment.

“Easton looks so cool–especially the way hespeaksk.”

“It feels like Easton is quite different today.”

“What’s different?”

“He used to be the type who grinned at everybody, but didn’t care about anyone. He gave off this distant feeling, and he never care about plenty of things. But now he cares about the outcome of this challenge.”

“That’s what I would like to say. Easton looks really different today. I actually see the will to win in his eyes.

“This means that he really wants to win.”

“Perhaps he hasn’t been eating and sleeping well these few days. He longed to change his accommodation and have a feast.

“Hahaha, I think you’ve just revealed the truth.”

“Easton, keep it up. I believe you can win this.”

“Easton wants to win. Let’s root for him”

“Is that Westwood Mountain dangerous? I’m so worried.”

“Yeah, it’s not just about winning Safety comes first. Be careful, Easton.”

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Their eyes met as Taylor said, in a teasing tone. “It’s the first time I’ve seen you so eager to win

Taylor was the only on site that dared to tease Easton like that.

The guests though felt surprised, didn’t dare to speak anything before him.

Easton cast his gaze towards her sister beside him, then turned to glance at Taylor. With nonchalant smile, he asked, “Can’t I want to win?”

Taylor waved his hand and replied, “Of course you can.

And then, the adventure activity was about to begin.

The crew had prepared an adventure pack for each of the guests. Inside it was food, outdoor adventure tools, and first aid kit.

When Jean had just carried her adventure pack, the other guests had charged out like rockets. towards Westwood Mountain in a hurry.

Easton patted Jean’s shoulder.

Jean couldn’t help but lift her head and look at him.

“Today, we can’t act the way we did yesterday.” Easton’s lips opened slightly: his tone casual yet

serious.

Which meant they couldn’t slack off today.

Jean pressed her lips together with guilt.

At this moment, the comment section suddenly erupted into a fight.

“Jean, how dare you to slack off that Easton can’t hold it anymore.”

“It turns out that Easton know everything. He doesn’t want it either. The blame goes to Jean.”

“Don’t you guys go overboard! Easton doesn’t mean that way. He never blamed Jean for that; he just wants Jean to cooperate and win.”

“Anyway, if Easton doesn’t win today. I’m venting my anger on Jean.”

“Why are you guys telling Jean off? You fans are getting intense.”

It’s better Easton kicked her out of the team. It’s easier to win solo”

“Can the haters stop going after Jean? Do you think that your insults have any effect?” You are instead getting attention for her. Jean is getting popular”

Easton asked, “You also feel like winning, don’t you?” as he reached out his hand and tidied her backback His pleasant vo came from above her head.

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Thinking of his question earlier, Jean nodded seriously and said. “I want to win too.”

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Upon hearing her, Easton curled his lips; the smile on his face was dazzling. He then said, “So let’s do our best, Jean.”

The moment the viewers in the live stream saw this scene, their hostility vanished in the air as they commented.

“So cute!”

“Every time I see the interaction between you two, my heart went fluffy. How cute of you. Do your best together, Easton and Jean.”

“The haters can’t see such scene; all they know is argue. They never knew how well these two cuties interact with each other.”

“The haters have been slapped in the face. Come out and talk now if you dare.”

“Easton and Jean are the greatest partners ever; that is irreplaceable.”

These two cuties want to win so badly. It’s a pity I can’t offer my help: the most I can do is cheer you on before the screen.”

“Two little cuties, I could eat them up in one bite.”

Jean and Easton were finally ready to set off on their journey.

They came before the sightseeing electric vehicle and hopped on it. This vehicle would take them to the foot of Westwood Mountain.

Othe guests had already took the vehicle and left. They were the last team to depart again.

But Easton knew that it wasn’t a big deal to be left behind now.

Westwood Mountain was the place where showdown would take place.

He was confident of overtaking his opponents.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the foot of West Mountain.

The towering and magnificent mountain range was looming right before them.

A vast expanse of green filled Jean’s vision.

She couldn’t explain why, but this mountain was emanating an uneasy, chilling aura, even though it looked no different from the others.

The tunnel within Westwood Mountain shouldn’t be posing much danger.

On top of that, the crew had provided a professional rescue team for them. They wouldn’t face 

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However, the incident where Easton’s reputation suffered crossed Jean’s mind.

That incident occurred here at Westwood Mountain.

And Julia was here too.

Everything is messed up, but it would still move forward along the predetermined path.

At this moment, Easton patted her shoulder and asked, “What’s on your mind?”

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A man’s eyes are like a quiet deep ocean, where emotional fluctuations are not easily visible. He chuckled lightly and said. “Don’t zone out, we still have important things to do.”

Easton knew what she was worrying about.

Spending all day thinking about something that had yet to occur wasn’t Easton’s style.

Now he only wants to focus his attention on the current target.

Upon hearing him. Jean nodded seriously. She quickly toss aside the wandering thoughts in her head: her expression turning serious as well.

For the sake of changing a better house and the feast at the end, she was giving it her all.

The duo headed up the mountain swiftly

They were left behind in the first place. So they had no time to waste now. They had to ascend the mountain fast, and overtook their opponents there.

As they were about to enter the mountain, Jean felt as though she was surrounded by layers of

forest.

A vast expanse of green filled her vision. The sunlight on top of them grew dimmer beneath the thick canopy of the forest.

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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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