Playing with A Billionaire

Chapter 1

The July sun was like a blazing fire, scorching the entire village and crop fields.

“Janet, someone is looking for you.”

When the neighbor, Mr. Wallace, found Janet Jackson, she was busy planting watermelon seedlings.

The girl looked up and stared wide-eyed at the man. She had a cool temperament, and her skin was

exceptionally fair. Despite doing farm work at her home all year long, her skin appeared so good that it

was enviable.

Mr. Wallace spoke, “That person is in your house. They are from a large family, and they came in a

car.” Janet nodded, and she followed him.

At that moment, a group of people was gathered in the Wallace residence. Ms. Cook looked at the girl

with a cool temperament walking toward them. She was wearing a linen top and a pair of black

trousers, which were splattered with mud and dirt. Even though she did not smell funny, she had an This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

unapproachable and distant aura around her.

Ms. Cook did not bother to hide the disdain in her gaze when she asked her, “Are you Janet?”

Janet nodded while looking indifferent.

Ms. Cook added, “My name is Maya Cook, and I am the housekeeper of the Jackson family. I handle

complicated and miscellaneous affairs within the Jackson Family.”

Coincidentally, Madam Wallace—Poppy Wallace—snorted in disdain. Ms. Cook burst out laughing

because she knew what Poppy meant when she snorted. It’s just about money, isn’t it? After that, she

took out a bankcard from her bag to slam it on the table. “There’s 5 million in here. You will never earn

this amount even if you planted crops for the rest of your lives.”

The two middle-aged elderly villagers had their legs crossed while they stared unblinkingly at the

bankcard. Hmph, I can’t believe this damned girl is worth so much money!

Poppy persisted, “Are you trying to get rid of us with only 5 million? We’ve raised her for eighteen

years!”

“Poppy Wallace, you should take it. Don’t be too greedy!” advised Janet lazily.

The woman named Poppy glared at Janet viciously. “This is none of your business, you damned girl.

You stink! Get lost and have a shower; don’t get involved in something unrelated to you!” I’ve never

fancied this daughter since she was young. Her results were bad, and she has always been a loner;

there is honestly nothing likable about her. Initially, I was hoping to receive some dowry after she got

married, but that damned girl ran away after junior high. During that time, I heard from the village’s

gossipmonger that a man from another province took the stupid girl away. Therefore, the villagers

mocked me throughout the three years. Even if I were to take this money, should I ignore the

grievances I’ve experienced throughout the years when the villagers mocked me?

The weather was hot, but there was no air-conditioning in the Wallace residence. Ms. Cook was

already feeling annoyed and impatient, and so she threw the card firmly on the table. “It’s for you to

decide whether you want the money, but I’m taking her away, without question.” After saying that, she

turned around to face Janet. “Change your clothes! You’re filthy!”

Janet looked up at her slightly while giving her a cold and distant stare, but she did not comment

further. After that, she walked into her room. All the while, Ms. Cook had a contemptuous look on her

face.

In no time, Janet had a fresh change of clothes, and she was carrying a small bag. After she walked to

the front of the car, Ms. Cook stated quietly, “Hop in!”

Janet did not reply to her; instead, she got into the car straight away, as if the place had no sentimental

value to her. I’ve lived here for eighteen years, but it’s not where I belong after all. I’d like to know what

my actual home looks like.

In the village, the villagers stared at that luxurious car as it sped off and started discussing in hushed

tones, “Look, that girl is like a phoenix rising from the ashes!”

…

In the car, Janet leaned against her seat lazily while knocking the car window rhythmically. Suddenly,

her phone rang, and she took her time to fish her phone out of her bag. Ms. Cook, who was in the front

seat, noticed Janet’s large and brick-like phone, and a look of disgust flashed through her eyes. What

era are we in now? Why is she still using such an ancient phone?

Janet pressed a button to answer the call, only to be greeted with an anxious voice over the phone.

“What happened?” She had a youthful girlish voice, but her tone was indifferent and distant.

Nevertheless, her response did not dampen the man’s spirits and excitement. “Janet, there’s

something huge in the UN Auction tomorrow. Are you coming?” The man’s tone was careful but filled

with anticipation. His respectful tone sounded as if he was speaking to a senior.

The person on the phone call was Janet’s close friend, Lee Sanders. He would always be first to inform

her about the best event across the country. The auction this time was no exception. After all, Janet

was a famous big player within the auction network.

Janet frowned when she heard that. “I’m not going; I’m busy.” She hung up on him after saying that.

“Miss Jackson, did you receive a scam phone call? The swindlers in Sandfort City adopted high

technologies, and so someone like you, who has been living in the village, must have never

encountered such circumstances,” Ms. Cook commented.

Janet closed her eyes without responding to her. Many swindlers around? Is she proud that the

swindlers are skillful?

Infuriated by Janet for giving her the cold shoulder, Ms. Cook thus commented contemptuously, “The

Jacksons are rich and powerful people. If you were to join the Jackson Family, you’ll have to change

your phone, Miss Janet. You wouldn’t want to embarrass the Jacksons.” With that, Ms. Cook rolled her

eyes at Janet in disdain. She noted that Janet’s eyelids were half-closed, almost as if she was fast

asleep.

Upon realizing that her speech had fallen on deaf ears, Ms. Cook raised her voice straight away. “I

heard that you dropped out of school during junior high, Miss Janet. In that case, I’m sure you’re not

familiar with the rules in the Jackson Family.”

Initially, Janet appeared to be asleep, but her eyelids suddenly fluttered, and her lips curled into a

smirk. “Oh?”

Immediately, Ms. Cook’s tone took an icy turn, and she sounded as if she was reprimanding an ill-

behaved wild girl. “‘Oh’? Don’t you have any manners? Is this how you speak with an elderly/”

Janet chuckled quietly, but she did not comment further. Is the housekeeper reprimanding me, Young

Miss Jackson?

Ms. Cook was upset when she heard Janet’s laughter, because it almost felt as if she wasn’t listening

to her at all. Nevertheless, she inhaled deeply to calm herself down. She seemed to have noticed that

she had gone overboard, and so she stopped speaking.

…

In the Jackson residence, the family was having lunch in the two-story villa. Her father, Brian Jackson,

had managed Jackson Enterprise in good order over the years, whereas her mother, Megan Davis,

was a retired well-known model. Their daughter, Emily Jackson, had good grades in school. She could

play the piano and draw, and she was always a favorite among teachers and the school principal. To

outsiders, the Jacksons looked like the perfect family.

If it weren’t for the physical examination for Emily’s school’s military training, they would have been

none the wiser. The physical examination report revealed that Emily was Blood Type O, but Megan and

Brian were both Blood Type AB. Therefore, it was impossible for them to have given birth to a child with

Blood Type O. If it weren’t for the report, the entire Jackson Family might not have realized that Emily

wasn’t their biological daughter. After a series of investigations, it turned out that the trainee nurse in

the hospital at that time made a blunder and labeled their names wrongly.

At that moment, everyone seemed affected and looked sad. There were an array of emotions, and

everyone had different thoughts going through their minds. They weren’t in the mood to eat at all. No

one touched the delicious spread on the dining table.

As Emily was biting on her chopsticks, she burst into tears all of a sudden. Then, she put her

chopsticks down as she prepared to leave the dining table.

“Emily, where are you going?” Megan stood up to stop her.

Emily could hardly catch her breath between her sobs. “Daddy, Mommy, soon, I won’t be your daughter

anymore.”

Brian joined in to stop her from leaving. “Emily, what nonsense is that? You will always be our

daughter!”