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carliet's Books(3)

My billionaire boss is a nightmare

Billionaires

5.0

I never wanted a man that will be so wicked like him, but meeting him made me face something more harder, particularly my life was filled with immense doom and pain Until I met Damien, who I later fell in love with , and it turns out to change my bad life to a good remedy

Who Are You

Adventure

5.0

I had everything money could buy-designer clothes, luxury vacations, and a last name that made people step aside when I walked into a room. But none of it mattered when the people who were supposed to love me the most treated me like an afterthought. My mother and father were all too happy to get divorced and go their separate ways to care about me. Then came the accident. One moment, I was at my family's estate, the crisp air heavy with the scent of hay and soil. The next, I was gasping for breath in a body that wasn't mine, staring up at a ceiling that didn't belong to me. The mirror confirmed my worst fear-this wasn't just a bad dream. The face staring back at me was unfamiliar, the features softer, younger. The clothes were outdated, the room foreign. I had woken up in another time. The 1970s. As if being trapped in a strange life wasn't enough, my new family feared me. They whispered behind closed doors, their eyes filled with something between awe and terror.My strength, inhuman, strange was my shield against their hatred and schemes.And then there was my father. This version of him wasn't the distant, powerful businessman I had known. He was married to another woman, and her twins... there was something about them. The way they looked at him, the way he looked away. Secrets buried in the past. A legacy I didn't recognize. A power I couldn't explain. I had lost everything once before. But this time, I wasn't going down without a fight.

Time travel with Him

Adventure

5.0

Unconsciously, Dorothy moved a little further away. Even though the female lead in the novel was depicted as warm-hearted and gentle like a little sun, who never harmed the original host (it was usually the original host who persecuted her), from her many years of reading experience, Dorothy knew that main characters posses an aura of plot armor. If an evil supporting character approached them too closely, something bad was bound to happen. If not for her leg injury, Dorothy would have even considered jumping out of the car and running away. Only after they had walked far into the clinic did Dorothy open her mouth and say, "My leg is injured, so I also want to go and see a doctor in the clinic." Of course, she knew it was a minor injury and it would heal in a few days. She just needed an excuse to go in. Caleb looked surprised: "Mrs Parker, why didn't you say so earlier? You could have just gone in with them. They even know some people there." Dorothy replied, "It's not severe. I just need the doctor to apply some medicine and re-bandage it." "Oh, alright. Let's go then," Caleb replied, leading her in. As Dorothy slowly walked into the clinic, she looked around, in the hopes of seeing some job advertisements or to inquire. But even if people knew about job openings, they wouldn't likely tell her. Job opportunities are precious commodities these days. But she recalled older family members saying that in the '70s, government-run institutions would post job vacancies and conduct public examinations and screenings. While some underground connections could be involved, they would still need to maintain appearances. "The doctor says I need to get some medicine, hope you don't mind?"After receiving the prescription, Dorothy sent Caleb off, intentionally stalling for time as she milled about the clinic. And lo and behold, she actually found something. At the corner of a bulletin board, Dorothy saw a job posting. The posting stated that the clinic currently needed a nurse. Requirements were a high school education, must be female, and must be in good health without any communicable diseases. Perhaps to avoid being discovered, the words were printed very small on purpose, extremely inconspicuous, and there was no mention of when to take the recruitment exam. Just then, a janitor came out of the bathroom. Dorothy stopped her and asked, "Miss, is this clinic hiring? Do you know when the registration for the exam is?" The woman barely glanced at Dorothy and responded curtly, "Who are you?" Dorothy reached into her pocket. The original owner of this body still had some money. She took out a coin and handed it to the woman, apologizing with a smile, "I studied nursing. I've been unemployed for half a year after graduation and failed to find a suitable job. My family is worried about me. I feel bad about just staying home waiting for meals. So, even with an injured leg, I didn't slack off in job hunting. Could you please tell me if you know anything?" Accepting the coin and seeing Dorothy leaning on a crutch, the woman's expression softened considerably. She pointed to a small door on the right and said, "Registration for the examination ends at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. That is the registration place over there." "Thank you, miss." Gratefully, Dorothy quickly thanked her and hurried to the registration office. At the registration office, two middle-aged men in white coats were leisurely drinking Coffee. Dorothy knocked on the door, and one of them hailed, "Come in." Upon her entry, the other man took a close look and asked, "What can I do for you?" She smiled nervously, saying, "Hello, I am here to apply for the job of the nurse." The man responsible for registration was quite friendly, probably because she was pretty. He picked up a form, started to fill it out, and asked, "What's your name? How old are you? What's your educational background? Where do you live...?" Dorothy answered each question. However, when the other man heard that she was only eighteen years old and living in the military complex, he shook his head, saying, "I don't think this job is suitable for you, you're too young, no experience, and no certification. Nursing can be quite tiring. Plus, is your leg injured?" His gaze fell on the bandaged right leg of Dorothy. Dorothy hurriedly explained,"It's a minor injury. It will heal on its own in a couple of days." "I'm not afraid of hard work, you can let me try first." She thought to herself that she didn't intend to be a nurse. In her previous life, she was a respected chief physician. The man glanced at her and said, "Then let me test you. You should at least know the basic care knowledge; otherwise, getting registered would be a waste." "What type of respiration is used in infants due to their underdeveloped respiratory muscles and small range of chest movements?" Dorothy immediately responded, "Diaphragmatic breathing."