Rumor had it that Ian Sleight had gone mad. Well, that was much true. He had indeed lost his mind because of Helen Stafford's death.

Every night, Ian would kiss her lifeless body before falling asleep...

Three months later, Ian avenged her.

Before he died, Ian embraced her lifeless body tightly, like his most intimate lover, with a relieved smile etched on his face...

They could finally be together...

Helen was dreaming. In it, she was murdered, and Ian gradually unearthed her corpse from the wilderness.

The remnants of her consciousness could only let her look at Ian, but could not touch him.

"Miss Helen, wake up! We've arrived at the Stafford family."

A harsh light enveloped Helen. She cracked open her eyes and looked around, dazed. Her exquisite and beautiful features were tinged with confusion.

She had just woken up from that dream. Anguished tears still pooled in the corners of her eyes, making her look innocent and naive. Her chauffeur prompted her softly again, "Miss Helen, please go in. Mr. and Mrs. Stafford have been waiting for you for a while."

Helen glanced at the Stafford family residence outside the car window. Only then did she realize that she had returned to the year when she was 17.

That nightmare earlier was not a dream, but the experience of her past life.

Perhaps because God pitied her, she got a second chance. She went back to the time when it all started and could re-do everything.

Helen picked up her bag. Just as she was about to get out of the car, her phone suddenly rang.

Her hand halted on the car door. She slowly took out her phone from the bag.

The chauffeur scoffed to himself when he saw the phone in Helen's hand from the rearview mirror. It was like a brick.

This girl had really come from the boonies. She couldn't even afford a phone that enabled her to go on the Internet, and was still using a very dated phone.

After Helen picked up, she heard a man's anxious voice come over the line. "Hello, may I speak to Miss Stafford?"

"Who are you?" Helen was unfamiliar with the man's voice. As far as she could recall, she had no impression of him.

Her cold attitude did nothing to lessen the man's excitement.

"Hello, I am James Bailey, the person in charge of N111 Laboratory. Miss Stafford, would you be free anytime soon? I have some questions to ask you in person." The man's voice was brimming with anticipation.

N111 Laboratory?

Helen recalled that it was one of the top medicinal institutions in the country.

Besides, she remembered seeing all the information related to that laboratory before. The person in charge was James Bailey. However, she didn't know him personally, so she could care less about going along with his whims.

"Sorry, I'm rather busy these days." After she curtly rejected James, she hung up right away.

"Scammers are rampant nowadays. Miss Helen, you should be more careful." The chauffeur kindly reminded her.

The scammers' deceptive means were becoming more clever. People like Miss Helen, who had just moved from the countryside, were the preferred targets, because they were mostly foolish and naive.

Helen didn't bother explaining further. She just chucked her phone back into her bag and got out of the car.

The chauffeur took Helen's luggage, helping her bring it into the Stafford family house.

The extravagantly-decorated villa was the Staffords'.

Helen remembered that in her past life, she was taken in by the Staffords from Cottleston when she was 18.  

In this current life, she had gone to the Staffords a year earlier.

Nevermind! Being ahead of schedule did not matter.

Helen swore to make those who hurt her pay the price!