Golden Wheel Reincarnation, Fated for Three Lifetimes, Why Howard Hopeless

Fated for three lifetimes? Wu Zhengfeng almost burst out laughing when he heard that. Howard Hopeless, oh Howard Hopeless, of all the people you could fall for, you picked her? And you call it fate for three lifetimes? A pure-hearted guy, and his love-at-first-sight is Simone? He must've had the worst luck imaginable for three lifetimes straight!

"Come on, tidy things up and start cooking. And you all—no slacking off!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Under Jill Young's command, Lady Simone started bustling around, cleaning up. To Howard Dao, seeing his goddess—who in his mind should be high and mighty, worshipped by all—doing chores like a servant was a total shock. And then there was Grace Kwok, the girl whose awkward zither playing he actually admired, also doing manual labor.

The bookworm immediately got upset and stormed up to Jill Young: "How can you treat such talented and refined ladies like this? You're degrading them!"

Wu Zhengfeng clapped: Bravo, Howard Hopeless! What a true warrior—he skipped nightmare mode and went straight for hell difficulty!

"Huh?" Jill Young looked at the newcomer in surprise. "And you are...?"

Same question as before, but this time Howard Hopeless was smoother: "I am the Kunlun Triple Saint, Ho—"

"I didn't ask for your name. I mean—who are you, and why do you think you can boss me around? Everyone's got chores, everyone's got food, what's your problem? Besides, I'm assigning work to my own people, so what's with you jumping in and acting all high and mighty?"

But Jill Young hadn't noticed the commotion earlier. Now, activating her Memory Recall Technique and thinking back, she instantly figured it out, her expression turning sly.

Oh ho ho, I get it now—so that's what's going on! What a delightful joke, it'd be a shame not to watch this unfold!

The dark side of her soul flared up again. Jill Young reached out with her right hand and wrapped her arm around Lady Simone’s slender waist. Her palm boldly traced the dramatic curve, all while wearing the smug, rich-guy look that screamed, “This woman is my slave. I can treat her however I want. What’s it to you?”

"S-slave?!" Howard Hopeless looked utterly crushed, his jaw dropped and lips pale. Then he spotted Grace Kwok and shouted, "No way, absolutely not, you’re lying! If Lady Simone is a slave, what about this young lady? She’s from a prestigious family—there’s no way she’s a servant!" He still didn’t know who George Kwok was, but Howard wasn’t stupid. He’d picked up a thing or two from all the gossip.

"She’s not a slave, she’s my personal attendant." Jill Young stretched out her left hand, draping it over Grace Kwok’s shoulder. "Little Peach was my first attendant back in the Blackridge Bandits days, so of course she listens to me." The 'Little Peach' joke was an old gag from their bandit days, but Grace found it funny and didn’t argue—just gave Jill a shy, playful punch to help her out: "Miss, not in front of outsiders, please."

"Oh, what’s there to be afraid of?" Jill Young flung her arms wide and pointed at Wu Zhengfeng: "Her? She’s my chief bride."

Wu Zhengfeng immediately scrunched up her nose at Jill. The big-loli pulling that face was just too cute for words.

Jill Young then swept her finger around in a circle: "All these women here? They’re mine too! I do whatever I want! Phoebe, sing us a tune."

"Yes, Mistress." Phoebe Phoenix began to sing, her voice ringing clear and bright, like a phoenix’s cry soaring through the skies.

"Lola, dance for us."

"Yes, Mistress." Lola Lotus started to dance, her flowing sleeves swirling like clouds, her movements dazzling as a sunset.

"Hannah, play us a tune."