Mia Grant closed her eyes. She swore she would find time this week to visit a temple and pray away her bad luck.
'Ever since I transmigrated into this book, my luck has just gotten worse and worse. Especially now that I have the system. I thought breaking away from the original plot might change things.'
But of course... things with a one-in-ten-thousand chance of happening had been cropping up for me one after another.
This wasn't the first male lead she'd run into since her return. Mia Grant was relatively calm, accepting the reality of the situation in just a second.
She opened her eyes and brazenly looked at Ian Sinclair—or rather, at the top of his head.
'I was so busy trying to escape just now that I didn't get a chance to look back and check Ian Sinclair's corruption value.'
'I was afraid one accidental look would be all it took for him to recognize me.'
