Celonia.

City C, Donen Hotel.

Inside a room.

A young girl was writhing on a pristine white bed.

Jennifer Aniston had scarcely regained consciousness when she felt a kind of restlessness within her body, spreading throughout her limbs.

Her body was burning hot.

It was purgatory.

She was supposed to be dead.

However, her current situation told her otherwise.

Startled, she opened her eyes.

The dazzling light made her squint.

The next moment, unfamiliar memories surged into her mind.

Jennifer Aniston, a 17-year-old who had been putatively adopted by the affluent Aniston family of City C a year ago, was in fact the illegitimate daughter of the head of the family.

The reason the real Jennifer had ended up in a hotel was because Elena's agent, Joshua Jackson, had brought her there. Elena Aniston was her aunt.

Having been plied with alcohol by Joshua at the party, she had gotten intoxicated. The next thing she faintly remembered was being arranged to rest in a hotel room and dying from alcohol poisoning not long after.

When she woke up again, she was in a new body.

She used to be the female warrior of the world's top mercenary organization, the "Phoenix Blood". However, her fame and achievements had overshadowed that of the monarch, thus provoking jealousy.

A carefully crafted conspiracy and betrayal from her closest comrades had caused her to lose her life at sea.

She was still in the same world, bearing the same name but a different identity.

She had returned!

Her glassy eyes became sharper than ever. She vowed to never let a single one of those backstabbers get away with what they had done.

Jennifer bit her tender lips, suppressing the restlessness in her body.

The door was pushed open, and in walked two burly men.

"Boss, the gal tonight is a rich young miss; she's still in school! The most important thing is that she's still a minor."

The sleazy voice of a man with a sharp face and high cheekbones rang out.

"I've been holding it in these past few days—a rich young lady? D*mn, I'm a sucker for those self-righteous young ladies. Guess what? Inside, they're just the same."

He continued, "By the way, did you bring the 'good stuff' that person gave us?"

A portly man with yellow teeth opened his mouth.

"Right here, boss." He took out a bottle of pale yellow liquid, shaking it slightly, and revealing a desirous look in his eyes. "That person said this stuff is worth tens of thousands. The effect is several times the usual! When we use it on this little sweetie pie..."

The two men chuckled and smirked.

Upon entering, the two men immediately set their lascivious gazes on Jennifer, rushing towards the edge of the bed like famished wolves attracted by their prey.

Just as they were about to jump on the bed, they noticed that Jennifer had already sat up.

"She's up—that's even better! What's the fun in playing with a lifeless toy?" The fatty, with greed sparkling in his eyes, chuckled lewdly while ogling at her beautiful face and perfect figure.

With that, he extended his grimy hand towards Jennifer.

"Crack!"

Before his hand could even touch her, Jennifer gripped his arm, gave it a twist, and dislocated it on the spot.

"Oww oww owwww!"

A wail erupted in the room.

"You f*cking laid your hands on me? Bro, let's get her!"

Seething with rage, the fat man glared at Jennifer and clenched his teeth.

Rising from her seat, Jennifer smoothly executed a throw over her shoulder, hurling the fat man toward the other one, who was rushing towards her. Her actions were ruthless and decisive.

With swift kicks and punches, she left them sprawled on the floor, ultimately planting her foot on the chest of the prone fat man.

Despite looking like a delicate and frail girl, her strength was so formidable that he was gasping for breath.

"Spare me, lady!" The fat man pleaded, his face covered with beads of sweat. "Someone gave us a hundred grand along with the room access card..."

"Who sent you?" Her voice was icy cold, chilling to the bone.

"Miss, we have no idea who he is, okay?" No sooner had Fatty finished his sentence than she increased her pressure on his foot.

The fat man almost lost his breath after being stepped on. He hastily catched his breath to utter, "H-he lives next door!"

"Hand it over!" Her voice was chilly as she lowered her gaze.

"Hand what over?" He felt a chill down his spine.

"The 'good stuff' you've been talking about."

Once the skinny man, with his pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, understood what Jennifer was asking for, he quickly took out the object before she snatched it away.

The next second, she force-fed them the "good stuff".

Before the two could react, she had knocked both of them unconscious with a single slap.