I Am The Sugarbaby Of The Male Lead's Uncle!

Savannah Harris sat stiffly in the studio, sighing as she looked around, her hair tousled with a few strands sticking out.

She had actually traveled through time to a novel from the internet. If she were the protagonist, it would be like a second life given by God. However, Savannah clearly found herself in a supporting role, and worse, as a villainous character who eventually gets killed by the male lead, her body never to be found.

This was like dying twice for others.

In her previous life, Savannah Harris had drowned. This time, she'd be thrown into the sea, her body lost. She could accept dying again, but not be thrown into the sea!

Now, Savannah wanted to run to the male lead's house, kneel down and beg that when it's time to kill her, at least bury her properly. No need to mark her grave, just offer a chicken and three incense sticks every month.

In her past life, Savannah, a labor accident victim who had insurance, wondered if she would receive a substantial compensation. She had a younger sister, only fourteen, who could possibly use the money for several years of apartment rent and college tuition.

Previously, Savannah was a trained but minor actress, playing small supporting roles. Without resources or money for a manager, no matter how well she acted, she only got minor roles or worse, roles of a corpse with no lines. In her past life, she had taken on such roles more than ten times.

But the original owner of the body she now inhabited was different.

Grace, the manager of her original body, after serving drinks to everyone in the crew, finally sat down next to Savannah.

"It was tough, but I managed to get this role for you. It's a small part, but the director is well-known. Your scene is only three days, but it could attract some fans."

Grace knew Savannah's temper wasn't great. If not for being the Harris family's young lady, she might have quit acting long ago. The resources from the Harris family weren't much, and the company probably didn't even remember they had an actress named Savannah Harris.

These roles were hard-won by Grace, negotiating and struggling with others.

Savannah nodded and took a sip of water from the glass Grace handed her.

"Where's my script?"

Grace pulled out a thin script from her bag, just one page with no more than ten lines.

Savannah looked at the script in her hand, feeling a bit excited. Finally, she could have lines instead of playing dead.

Grace, thinking Savannah was shaking with anger, held her hand and tried to persuade her.

"Though it's only ten lines, the role is really good."

Savannah read through the lines and nodded.

"I understand."

Grace had prepared arguments to persuade Savannah if she disagreed. But before she could speak, Savannah had already agreed, something she would have never done before by throwing the script and leaving.

Grace felt a mix of happiness and worry, fearing Savannah might cause trouble.

Today, Savannah didn't have a role. She was just there to observe and familiarize herself with the actors, which would be helpful for the filming.

After spending some more time, Grace drove Savannah back to the Harris family's mansion in her very old car, which made clanking noises as if parts were about to fall off onto the street. Savannah watched through the car window the entire way, wary of any parts that might fall off without notice.

Grace stopped the car in front of the Harris mansion, not forgetting to instruct Savannah.

"Don't gain weight, I'll pick you up in two days. Don't be lazy about skin care, and make sure to sleep before eleven o'clock. Eat more vegetables."

"Should I hire a nutritionist for myself?"

Grace sighed: "You dream beautifully. You haven't even made two movies in a year. I can't afford a nutritionist for you."

"It's because I used to be too playful and didn't focus on my career. If you have any suitable scripts in the future, just send them over to me."

Grace looked at Savannah skeptically upon hearing this.

"Really? Or will you forget about it tomorrow?"

"I mean it, but I won't take roles where I have to play a dead person."

Grace excitedly responded and waited until Savannah entered the house before driving her ancient car away.

As soon as Savannah entered, she ran straight to her room. In such a magnificent and large mansion, the original owner's room was less than 5m2, containing only a wooden bed with a bamboo mat on top. The large window was wide open, letting in unbearable heat. The wardrobe was small but included a full-length mirror. Savannah stood in front of it, dazed for a few seconds.

The original owner really looked a lot like Savannah in her previous life, differing only in birth date and slightly in stature.

With long curly hair flowing down her back, a fair complexion, and a physique that was neither too slender nor too plump, high nose, and naturally light pink lips, Savannah thought about how the original owner used this face to do bad deeds, something unimaginable given Savannah's charitable nature in her past life, where she would donate ninety-nine out of a hundred USD to beggars, leaving herself hungry.

There was a knock at the door from outside.

"The master calls for you."

Savannah responded, touched her face for a moment, and then followed the housemaid.

Although the original owner was a Harris by birth, she was only recognized in name but not cherished. She was not a favored member of the Harris family, merely a side character, with the true protagonist being her half-sister from the same father.

Mr. Harris, Savannah's father, frowned upon seeing her, rubbing his temple.

This daughter always gave off an unpleasant vibe, making him want to send her away quickly.

The woman sitting opposite him, Scarlett Harris, Mr. Harris's later wife and Savannah's stepmother, always portrayed herself as a good mother, but behind the scenes, she was the manipulator.