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Chapter 8
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(Renée’s POV)
It was hopeless. I can no longer move forward because of my birth-date, no other reason. Does this even make any sense?
Fortunately, Anastasia and Renée are the same age, so their birthdays must be around the same time.
I roughly scribbled the year. Troubled by my own date of birth, I filled in the blank, saying, “I don’t know.”
“If I fail because of this birthday dilemma… I’ll have to think about how I can hit Handel lightly.”
After overcoming the mishap over my birthday, the rest of the process went rather smoothly. It felt easy to do since I’ve written a resume before.
In addition, I’m writing a resume that I’m submitting to myself.
Which is why…
“No one will know even if I clumsily filled up the resume.”
I muttered lightly and filled in the rest of the blanks. At the end of the application form was a rather unusual column. It was asking for my motivation for applying. It’s unbelievable that an application form would ask such a thing. My reason was questionable, but I didn’t think too much about it and just roughly wrote it down.
Finally, I completed my resume. It was too empty to be a resume, but what can I do?
Renée Blair has no experience!
I took the stamp I received from Reden without hesitation and stamped it.
The resume, which had the Blair Family seal stamped on it, gave me a sense of satisfaction. I laughed.
“I’ve finally become a maid!”
Unconsciously, I screamed out of happiness. Well, I wasn’t quite sure about that yet because of the whole birthday mix up, but I decided to enjoy what I’ve accomplished.
Soon enough, I calmed down and stood in front of the mirror.
My swollen cheeks now turned purple. It was great that Catherine didn’t say anything about it, even though it was such a mess.
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Well… Catherine knew all about the crazy things that Renée Blair had done. A swollen cheek or two wouldn’t be surprising.
The thought made me a little bitter. I shook my head. Anyway, let’s just lightly slap my cheek. Come to think of it, there was no reason for me to hit myself too hard.
I slapped my cheek as a test run. Immediately, the stabbing pain on the bruise spread further. I reflexively spat out the sound of pain.
Ping!
Error
“Does Not Count As A Hit.”
As expected, this won’t be easy.
If this was not considered a hit, then… As expected, I was meant to hit hard…
Well yeah. If it were acceptable to hit lightly, then Renée Blair would have hit softly from the beginning.
“Ha…”
It hurt even though I hit myself very lightly. How much harder do I have to hit? I let out a sigh of defeat.
What should I do? I was destined to get hit because of this mission window.
I took a deep breath and prepared to hit myself again.
God, why do you give me this ordeal?
I stiffened my trembling hands while cursing a god that I didn’t believe in. I held my breath and raised my hand.
