Reborn Heiress: Telepathic Hearts She Conquers

Chapter 7

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room. Bridget quickly served freshly ground Blue

le on the velvet sofa. They spoke in

chair furthest away from everyone. She held a small pl

held his coffee cup near his mouth, but his e

n toward Wall Street. He casually broug

llow us to completely dominate the East Coast financial sector," Hugh

on. Tristan nodded eagerly, seeing doll

ink macaron. She let out a har

ou mean dominate their

the minds of the four Gallaghers. All fou

nd started broadcasting high-leve

offshore shell companies to sh

ng right now? The underlying assets are a pile

ck hole, the supply chain snaps. Then Hughie teams up w

s" and "hostile takeover." All the blood drained

ee splashed over the rim of her bone-china cup,

tered. He stared at his idol, his futu

y reacted before her brain did, inching

n the room's temperature. He stopped talking. He looked aroun

lips into a painful, rigid smile. "I apologize, Hughie.

her eyes fro

re about to lose your entire empire and s

h to Julian's chest. He shot up from his seat.

elp you look for it, Julian." She pr

use. "I just remembered, I have an urgent overseas call I need to take ri

against her ribs. She grabbed her purse. "I need to touch

etely empty, except for a very confused Hughie holding a co

study, the four family members slam

He looked at his wife and children, his voice tre

ulled at his blond hair, pacing the floor. Estelle bu

of them finally accepted the terrifying tr

ing breath. His eyes harden

ng his fist onto his desk. "If what she said about the shorting pl

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“I survived a zombie apocalypse, only to wake up in the shattered body of a fake heiress who had just jumped off a Hamptons balcony. The wealthy Gallagher family stared at my bloody heap with disgust, convinced my suicide attempt was just another manipulative stunt. But then, a supernatural glitch happened: my new family started hearing my uncensored inner thoughts. At the breakfast table, starving and traumatized from the wasteland, I accidentally broadcasted my desperate craving for uncontaminated food. When the "perfect" future son-in-law, Hughie, walked in, my mind instantly recognized him. I mentally exposed his secret offshore shell companies and his plan to bankrupt the Gallaghers using toxic junk bonds. I watched the family patriarch drop his coffee cup, the entire room turning pale as corpses as my blood-soaked, sarcastic warnings echoed inside their skulls. I tried to expose the bastard out loud, but the universe's bizarre censorship laws physically choked me, forcing me to swallow the words. How was I supposed to save these naive, soft billionaires when I was literally gagged by the plot? Then, Hughie handed the real daughter an invitation to a Hamptons reality TV show-a show I knew was a rigged death trap meant to ruin her. I didn't panic. I just smiled and packed my bags. "I'm going on that show too." I slaughtered hordes of mutated freaks in the wasteland. Let's see how these high-society snakes handle a real apex predator.”