Reborn as the Villainess

Gregory scratched his head, feeling a bit doubtful. "Really? Forget it. That's not important. I'll give you the account and password now, and let's curse Samuel together to vent our frustrations." Eleanor refused. "No, thanks."

"Why not?" Gregory thought Eleanor was just being shy and urged. "That bastard looks down on others. Cursing him is good for your mental health. If you're afraid of being exposed, then let me do it. You can curse his family." Eleanor took a deep breath. "No, I don't think it's related to his family."

"But..."

Eleanor looked at him coldly. "If you want to vent, just do it yourself. But you cannot curse his family or his relatives, understand?"

Gregory didn't understand. "Why? It feels so unsatisfying to curse him only."

"Because his family is innocent, got it?"

Gregory blinked as if he had compromised. "Alright then."

Eleanor sighed deeply, helplessly rubbed her forehead, thinking. I almost ended up cursing my own family members."

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Blade heard Gloria's words and saluted again, saying, "Alright, Ms. Vanderbilt. However, this airplane is a custom model, and today is its first test flight. According to regulations, I need to record your fingerprint. May I start now?"

Gloria smiled pleasantly, "Of course." Amid everyone's envious gazes, she gracefully walked to the cockpit door and extended her finger to the fingerprint scanner according to Blade's instructions.

"Fingerprint and information do not match. Please re-enter." The harsh sound of the machine echoed in the air.

Gloria was taken aback, thinking, 'What's going on?' She changed to another finger and tried again, but the same unmatching sound came. "Fingerprint and information do not match. Please re-enter."

Just as Gloria was determined to try for the third time, Blade frowned and stopped her. "Miss, are you sure you are Ms. Vanderbilt? Why hasn't the machine successfully recorded your fingerprint after two attempts?"

Seeing Blade question her, Gloria pointed at him haughtily, her eyes filled with disdain. "I am! Maybe your machine has a problem. That's why it keeps failing."

Blade refuted her. "That's impossible. This is the most advanced recording device in the world. It matches fingerprint data quickly. Usually, it only takes one try, and three failed attempts will permanently lock the device. So, I'll ask you again. Are you Eleanor Vanderbilt?" The air instantly froze. Everyone stood there in shock, stunned.

Blade was simply following orders and had never encountered the Eleanor Vanderbilt that his employer mentioned. When he saw Gloria stepping forward confidently, he assumed she was Eleanor. However, after two failed attempts to register her fingerprints, he sensed something was off.

Additionally, his rigorous training made him aware of the unusual expression on Gloria's face.

"You are not Eleanor Vanderbilt. May I ask who Ms. Eleanor is?" Blade spoke with an unusually assertive tone, then cast a sharp glance around the room. His gaze was so fiercely invasive hat the surrounding staff involuntarily took a step back. 1/2

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They thought, 'Eleanor? We flattered Gloria for ages, but the real lady is actually Eleanor?'

Everyone was so shocked that they began to whisper among themselves.

"This is not for Gloria but for Eleanor?"

"It's possible. After all, they have the same last name, so it could be a mix-up."

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"But isn't Gloria a wealthy heiress? How can Eleanor overshadow her? Who is behind Eleanor that gives her such power?"

"Whoever it is, Gloria must feel utterly humiliated now. If I were her, I'd want to find a crack in the ground to hide in."

"She'd better do that."

As the voices grew louder, Gloria felt as if they were openly mocking her, and her face burned with shame. She bit down hard on her teeth, making a clicking sound, thinking, 'Eleanor, how could it possibly be Eleanor?' "That's impossible! Samuel just called me and said he prepared gifts for everyone. You must be mistaken!" Gloria's face turned pale as she made one last-ditch effort.

Seeing her futile struggle, Blade furrowed his brow in annoyance.

At that moment, a deep voice rang out. "Which one is Ms. Gloria? Here's your package. Please sign for it."

Everyone turned to see another delivery driver appearing, looking confused. 'Gifts for Gloria? So the previous gifts were really for Eleanor?'

The driver grew impatient and shouted again, "Who is Gloria? There's a package for you. We need to hurry and deliver to the next location. Come sign for it!"

Gloria quickly composed herself, suppressing her inner panic, and forced herself to walk over calmly. "I am Gloria, but are you sure it is for me? I just received my package. Could there have been a mistake?"

"Impossible." The driver was immediately agitated at Gloria's implied insult to his professionalism. "We can't be mistaken. Look, this slip is crystal clear. Gloria Vanderbilt, that's your name, right?" He then held the delivery slip up in front of Gloria.

Gloria trembled as she took the slip. Sure enough, it was her name on it, and the sender's name boldly stated Samuel Vanderbilt. Her face turned ashen, and she stood there dumbfounded. "N-no, it can't be... I already..." The sudden turn of events left her utterly stunned and unable to comprehend.

The crew members continuously glanced toward Eleanor sitting under the sunshade, secretly astonished. 'Could it be that we all got it wrong? That entire truckload of luxury goods was for Eleanor and not for Gloria?'This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Eleanor sensed the scrutinizing gazes of everyone around her. Although she was surprised inside, she showed no signs of it and remained composed, sitting there as if nothing had happened.

But Gregory, who had just been dejected, jumped up excitedly upon hearing this news. "What? The luxury goods and the helicopter are not from Samuel?"