Chapter 3

Starting the next day, Nara put me through high-intensity training.

"I started racing at eighteen. Hurry up and get your driver's license, then practice driving three hours every day."

"Your country accent is so tacky. Quickly practice standard English. If you embarrass my dad at a big event, I'll kill you!"

"Do you understand dining etiquette? Do you understand the rules of socialite circles? Have you ever even gotten your nails done?"

As Nara scolded me, she started losing her temper:

"I'm very picky about everything—food, clothes, housing, transportation. You reek of poverty. How could you possibly imitate me?"

I humbly appeased Nara:

"I can do it! Even if I don't sleep, I'll study hard according to your requirements."

I knew the gap between Nara and me was huge.

But I wasn't afraid.

I forced myself to sleep only two hours a day.

Besides practicing driving, I learned financial knowledge from scratch.

I also studied all the major fashion magazines intensively, familiarized myself with every luxury brand, and learned etiquette from online videos.

With superhuman willpower and determination, one month later, I successfully got my driver's license, my spoken English became standard, and my eyes held much less timidity.

Nara was quite satisfied:

"I didn't expect you to be so serious. Let's move to the next stage."

She brought out materials and photos piled like a mountain:

"This is my family tree. You need to recognize all these relatives clearly. They often give me gifts. If you dare mistake anyone, you're dead."

"These are my family's important business partners. You need to treat these people seriously, or my parents won't be happy."

"This is information and background on my arranged marriage partner. Think it over carefully and deal with him properly for me."

I stared at the photo of the New York tycoon Diego, setting a goal for myself.

As long as I could win over this man and have a few children with him, even if someone discovered my true identity later, with the children as my trump card, I could at least save my own life and my parents' lives.

My parents, after being beaten last time, never received treatment.

Nara watched me closely and wouldn't let me take care of them at all.

I could only occasionally sneak back to bring them some medicine and food.

"Don't worry, once I become Nara, I'll definitely let you live the good life."

For myself and my parents, I was full of energy, wishing I could utilize all twenty-four hours of the day.

As the scabs on my face gradually fell off, the poor student couldn't help but worry:

"This Sarah looks too much like you after the surgery. What if she takes the opportunity to replace you and steal your wealth?"

The subtitles were also anxious:

[Supporting male character, please persuade Nara! This Sarah looks so malicious. She's working so hard—clearly she wants to steal the nest!]

[Can someone please tell Nara she's going to die in a tsunami? I'm so anxious!]

Nara dismissed this:

"Can't I control a lowlife trash collector? Don't worry, I have a plan."

She grabbed my neck, her tone vicious:

"I'm giving you an account number. After you infiltrate my family, you'll transfer all the money my family gives you and the marriage fund to me."

"If I find out you're embezzling my money, I'll immediately come back and expose your identity, making your whole family die without a burial place!"

After speaking, she pushed me away and smiled sweetly while holding the poor student's arm:

"From now on, she'll continuously transfer money to us. We can travel the world without worry!"

I obediently agreed on the surface, but inside I couldn't stop sneering coldly.

If Nara knew she would die soon, and that I would completely replace her... I wonder if she could still smile?