Synopsis
Waking up inside a martial arts novel is one thing. Waking up as someone who was supposed to have a silver spoon but clearly got a knockoff version — that's something else entirely. "What kind of household treats their own bloodline worse than the help? How does that even work?" Well, at least my parents left me something before they died. The plan was simple: get out from under that roof, dodge whatever my uncles were cooking up, and live out a long, uneventful life. "Touch anyone under my care, though, and that plan goes out the window." An eye…
