Gathering Wives with a System - Chapter 80: Leora’s Anger

Noah is a handsome but struggling high school senior burdened by his family's poverty and his father's illness. He finds comfort in his girlfriend, Layla, until one day, a surprise visit to her house reveals her betrayal.Just as Noah is about to confront her, a mysterious robotic voice echoes in his mind:[Ding! Congratulations to the host binding the Ultimate Choice System!]Option 1: Enter the room, she will kick you out with a green hat on your head. [$100 Reward and a green hat]Option 2: Leave like you did not hear anything, and break up with her. [Rolls Royce Phantom and Basic-Driving Skill Reward]Option 3: Marry her Mom. [Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, Intermediate-Driving Skill and 10,000$ Reward]Looking at the options, Noah couldn't help but smirk.

When the apocalypse’s greatest villain self-detonated to destroy the world, Shen Qingjia died and was reborn a month after Doomsday. No power, no gold finger, no space, no way to gather food, just opened her eyes and not long after has to face fierce zombies!! What kind of non-mainstream rebirth is this ah?!

Escaping, she met a cute girl with a beautiful voice but found that she was the villain who killed everyone. For the sake of the peaceful and sustainable development of all mankind and her own safety, Shen Qingjia decided… to relentlessly reform (fall down with) her! !

Shen Qingjia, “What you want to do?! I don’t like girls… Don’t suddenly rush over!… So soft, I won’t accept, ah ah!!!”

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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.”