"No!"
Iwasaki Misa let out a sharp scream and immediately sat up from the luxurious single bed, looking around at the familiar hotel bedroom.
She looked down; her clothes weren't stained with any dirt, and even her broken chest had restored the full curves that men lusted after.
But Iwasaki Misa's face was deathly pale, devoid of all color.
She couldn't believe she had been eliminated in the third round of the trial.
How could this happen?!
It was completely different from the plan!
Astonishment and regret finally turned into deep resentment.
It was all Aozawa and Sunaga Takashi's fault!
If they had been willing to help, she wouldn't have been eliminated.
Grinding her teeth tightly, Iwasaki Misa's ferocious expression disappeared as she suddenly remembered the important task and quickly took out her phone to call her father.
With a beep, her father's cheerful voice came from the other end, "Misa, have you caught that monster so quickly?
You're indeed my daughter!"
