Chapter 31: Ron Green’s Super Swan in Wuhu Prepares for Takeoff
Stranger
The backstage prop room of the Paris Opera House was filled with the smell of cheap greasepaint. “I’m not doing it.” Vivian crossed her arms and shook her head like…
The Fake Detective Miss Now Scamming People Again with a Priest!
Chapter 30: I keep shouting “Demons and monsters, get out of my way!” Are you deaf?
That intense pain came and went just as quickly. Vivian didn’t even have time to shout, “Hot, hot, hot!” before that suffocating golden mist abruptly dissipated. The man standing center…
Chapter 29: Swimming in the sewers and coming back means I can’t take the civil service exam.
“Unlucky! Unlucky! Unlucky!” Vivian scrambled up from the heap of broken violin bows, rolling and crawling in a panic. The racist “Inquisitor Model III” was already tossed at her feet;…
Chapter 28: You can only shoot black targets because white targets are illegal.
“This is definitely the worst decision I’ve ever made in my life.” Vivian hefted that so-called “Holy Light Flashlight” as she trudged step by step up the pitch-black spiral staircase.…
Chapter 27: Give me a fulcrum and I can lift the chandelier
The next morning, the stage of the Garnier Opera House felt like a massive cauldron, brewing a thick soup named “anxiety.” “Stop! Stop! Everyone, stop right now!” The conductor’s baton…
Chapter 26: Can Even a Junior Servant Be Harassed by a Top Tenor in the Workplace?
The enormous sound of the pipe organ surged like an invisible beast, rampaging through the empty theater. “Dang—!!!” The last note crashed down heavily, and backstage had already descended into…
Chapter 25: The Boss Who Almost Got Crushed Brings Delicious Macarons
Vivian stood atop the pile of rubble, still frozen in that “panic-stricken” pose. “That was an accident!” Cicero lowered his head, picking up the camera from the ground—now transformed into…
Chapter 24: Who lifted that bronze tree weighing over two hundred pounds?
“This water is only thirty-six degrees! I asked for thirty-seven point five! Thirty-seven point five, perfectly synchronized with my body temperature!” In her mind, Vivian silently took out a frying…
Chapter 23: A spirited young man at the Garnier Opera House started shaking.
She looked around. This was the famous “Waiting Hell”—the interview waiting area. The narrow corridor was packed with girls of all kinds. Some wore dresses slit up to the thigh,…
Chapter 22: Do you know about Sherlock Holmes in London? It has nothing to do with that.
The steaming cup of black tea in Leru Manager’s hand clinked against the saucer with a rhythmic “tak-tak-tak.” Vivian sat across from him, a small notebook in her hand and…