MTL - Infinity Armament - v20 Chapter 18 Spike

Her boyfriend and her sister tangled together in the sheets, so she turned around and married the fearsome business tycoon, Gideon Leith.

Not only is she a star in her own right, but she's also a publicist and an entrepreneur?

A super racecar driver? A worldrenown gold medalist designer too?!

Just who is this precious hidden treasure of a girl!!!

She went from being pitifully spurned to a goddess looked up to by tens of thousands of people, and her admirers queued from Jincheng all the way to Kyoto.

Mr. Leith, who saw a certain someone's feminine charm, quickly tucked her into his arms.

“Wife, I need to hide you well. You can only belong to me!”

One moment, Lucas closed his eyes to sleep. The next, he opened them to find himself not in his bedroom, but in a courtroom.Even more startling, he was in a different body.Lucas was confused, but there was no time to dwell on it.Why?Because....“Your Honour, please sentence him to death!”the prosecutor demanded, looking directly at Lucas, who was seated on the judge's bench.'It seems I have become a judge.' Lucas realized.

A bittersweet drama: As long as the heroine forgives her kindly and kindly, pays without regrets, and gives up again and again until the bad guys who bully her are old and unable to act, she will get a happy ending.

When Mercury is dressed as the heroine of each bitterness drama…forbearance? Pooh.

Terrible heroine, change her life online.

Content tags: Time travel, face slap, fast wear, cool text
Search keywords: protagonist: mercury ┃ supporting role: many ┃ others: fast wear, cool text

- Description from novelbuddy

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”