Conquering the Tower Even Regressors Couldn't - Chapter 49: Twelfth Floor, Pearl in the Sand (2)

Darius had nothing going for him. Ever since he could remember, he had been treated as absolute trash by his boss, who was one of the greatest scouts for actors, singers, idols, and anything you could think of.However, everything changed one day when a truck rammed into him and sent him back in time to start his career as a nobody. But, this time, he hadn’t returned empty-handed. He received a great talent that would make him the best Manager the world had ever seen.【Talent Booster: You can increase the talent of those close to you. The closer and more intimate they are, the better the skill's effects will be.】You can’t sing? Sleep with me, and you’ll win a Grammy.You can’t act? Sleep with me, and you’ll win an OscarYou’re talentless? Sleep with me, and I’ll make you whatever you desire.

When we met for the first time in our first year of high school, he saw my contempt, but silently continued to clean;

First of all, this is not a story where the cannon fodder chambermaid counterattacks and gives the main wife a beat-down! As a lowly s*ave who had been sold a total of six times, Xiao Hua has long become apathetic to her situation. In her past life, she was a cannon fodder chambermaid who was beaten to death. In this life, she decided to turn over a new leaf and live honestly, yet in the end still ended up being sold off. This prince’s estate seems to have pretty good benefits? She could be released at twenty-five, and they’d arrange a place for her to live under their jurisdiction? They’d even get rid of her s*ave records? Great! That’s great! Xiao Hua thus decided to stay in the Jing Prince Estate and do her job properly. It’s a shame she could never overcome the whims of fate…. The master she serves is a “mute boy”, with several influences above him watching like tigers eyeing their prey. To say she doesn’t want to be pampered is definitely a lie. This is the road to survival of a “discreet girl” who clings on to her master’s leg and is solely pampered, yet feels that he never pampers her. The road from a cannon fodder chambermaid to a beloved imperial consort is a little long….

“I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead...”A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.