Mission: Revenge – The Heiress's Second Life novel Chapter 3

Clara followed Mr. Harrison into the grand foyer.

The first person she saw was Serena lounging gracefully on the living room sofa.-

They were both seventeen, just shy of their eighteenth birthdays.

Clara had spent the last six years exiled in the countryside, growing increasingly timid and insecure, always walking with her head down.

Meanwhile, Serena, the illegitimate daughter, had spent those six years living lavishly as the second daughter of the Lambert family. She had thrived in Springfield, parading around as proud as a peacock.

In her previous life, Clara had returned only to be immediately trampled under Serena's designer heels, marking the start of a brief, nightmarish existence.

But since fate had granted her a second chance—

Then—

Clara's gaze turned razor-sharp.

At that exact moment, an abrupt, mechanical voice echoed in her mind.

[Ding! Elite Heiress System successfully bound!]

[The Elite Heiress System is designed to guide the host in becoming the ultimate, flawless socialite!]

A cold smirk touched Clara's lips.

She had spent her entire previous life walking on eggshells, desperate to be the perfect heiress everyone admired.

And where had that gotten her? Stripped of her reputation, betrayed by her family, paralyzed, and left to rot in a hospital for a decade before dying miserably.

In this life, she didn't care about being a perfect heiress.

She was going to destroy her enemies.

She was going to take back everything that belonged to her, piece by piece.

Serena sat up, mildly surprised.

The reports said Clara was a cowardly, insecure country bumpkin, but this girl didn't fit that description at all.

Despite the cheap clothes, zero makeup, and lack of jewelry, the sheer commanding presence radiating from Clara made it impossible to dismiss her as a rural nobody.

A flash of unwarranted jealousy flared in Serena's chest.

Even after six years of luxury, she still hadn't cultivated an aura like that.

Aside from the master suite, the rest of the second floor had been combined into one massive bedroom. Her mother had designed it specifically for her.

But after her mother's death, she was sent away, and the room had been stolen from her.

She had barely taken three steps when Serena's voice snapped from behind.

"Clara, you're going the wrong way. Your room is on the first floor. Over there."

Clara glanced toward where Serena pointed. It was the servant's quarters.

In her past life, she had lived in that cramped maid's room without a single word of protest.

The eldest daughter of the Lambert family, living a life worse than the staff.

She slowly turned around, a sharp smile forming on her lips. "It's so thoughtful of you to pack up your things in advance just for my arrival."

She pointed a finger toward the servant's quarters and looked at the butler. "Mr. Harrison, get some people to move Serena's belongings into that room."

Serena's face dropped. "What are you talking about?"

"Just because you squatted in my bedroom for six years doesn't mean it belongs to you," Clara chuckled. "Mr. Harrison, start packing."