Quick Transmigration: Her Seduction Games

With a swift and calculated move of her hand, blood painted Ingrid's world red.

Her hard holding the knife trembled so hard that it made her let go of the blade.

"F.u.c.k!" Someone roared. Yet her attention remained on the bloodied limb in front of her.

She wasn't able to slit her wrist, instead, the blade cut Rembrandt's arm. He was not that far from her, so he was able to stop her hands before a true bloodbath happened.

Ingrid's eyes landed on his wounded arm. The cut was deep. Too deep that if it Rembrandt didn't covered her wrist, a major vein of hers would definitely have been cut.

With this realization, Ingrid chased after her breath.

She… overestimated herself.

She just wanted to scare him by wounding her wrist a little, but it never occurred to her that the memory of her being stabbed resurfaced, and made her lose control of her strength.

Blood and blade on the same picture almost made her faint.

Although obviously hurt, Rembrandt's hold on her wrist tightened. It was a really a tight grip.  Enough that Ingrid can feel his emotions through his trembling hands.

Is he angry? Definitely he is.

However, when she obtained enough strength and courage to lift her head, something within her exploded after she saw Rembrandt's reaction.

His face expressed an extreme look of horror, his jaw muscles spasmed numerous times and his contracted eyes made Ingrid's legs gone soft.

She somehow knew that Dana's life has this much impact on him, and would believe so too if only he was looking straight at Dana. But no,

Rembrandt's eyes that held too much emotion passed her. He was looking to an empty place. Hands still quivering violently. As if what he saw was not Dana attempting suicide but something much more nightmarish to him.

"You…" His head snapped back at her.

"You don't want your life anymore?!" Now, his voice contains so much anger that it made her took a step back to evade his eruption. It was totally different than what he showed earlier.

'She wants her life so f.u.c.k.i.n.g much thats why she's doing this!' If only Ingrid can, she wanted to scream this words on his face!

"GET OUT!" Green bulging veins appeared on his neck.

Ingrid was stupefied. Yes, she gets where his anger came from but isn't this too much? Wasn't he supposed to pacify her too? Check her mental state? Because for God's sake, she just attempted to take her life! Blood just spilled so she was evidently serious!

Using his still injured hand that was gripping her wrist, Rembrandt pulled her towards the door.

He towered over her, and looking down at her menacingly. "If you dare do that trick again, I'll kill you myself." Then he slammed the door heavily on her face.

Just…

What the f.u.c.k happened?

Can somebody explain to her why does the scene came to this?!

"Dana?" Someone called her from behind. Ingrid turn around and was shocked to see that it was Lu Wen.

"Oh my gosh! Why is there blood on your clothes! Are you hurt anywhere?" Lu Wen checked on her body to look for any wound, then sighed out of relief after seeing none.

"What happened?" Ingrid didn't gave her an answered, thus making Lu Wen assume that there was probably something happened inside.

After knowing that Dana was out of danger, Lu Wen unhesitantly made her way in.

Ingrid's face chilled, making Dana's youthful demeanor age a bit.

'Ah, did she failed again?'

The sound of her footsteps echoed throughout the hallway as she slowly walked away.

If she really failed this time, Ingrid don't know if she can still make it in two weeks time.

"It seems that I failed, 1002."

1002 silently hovering beside her. Not agreeing nor denying her statement.

"I remember hearing you saying that you had too much faith in me, because it was me." Ingrid smiled mockingly on herself. "Yet what does it contribute? In the end, I'm just an emotionally unstable beginner who faced a final-boss-like character right away."

For some reason, knowing that she was approaching a dead end, her heart was surprisingly calm.

She closed her eyes. A mysterious obsidian pair of eyes emerged in her mind.

Right. She still has a wish.

Can she kick his ball first before her existence ceased? So that the memory of him on her mind won't be him looking at her softly but instead, him, glaring at her spitefully. To at least make his betrayal less painful in her heart.

Ding!

The elevator opened. Ingrid was about to enter when a succeeding heavy steps approached her from behind. Her system screamed danger, so she immediately looked back,

Only to see Lu Wen's bloodshot eyes.

"You bitch!" an ear wrecking shriek came out from the ever so serious woman.

Ingrid's mind went blank.

She can't help but spout, "Ah?"