The Canary's Fourth Flight Chapter 1

In my fourth life imprisoned by Arthur Vance, I gave up.

I stopped running away and docilely played the role of his pet canary.

I even frequently mumbled to the System:

Arthur loves me so much, I should try to love him back. Besides him, no one else can give me such a good life.

As time passed, his grip on me loosened, and his gaze lingered on me less and less.

Finally, a timid girl who feared him appeared by his side.

I wept tears of joy and said to the System: "This method works! In my fourth life, I'm finally going to complete the mission!"

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After saying that, I fell silent again.

Because in my previous three lives, Arthur Vance had tested me countless times.

An unguarded mansion, an unlocked door, a car parked on the side of the road...

Without exception, I was caught and brought back every single time.

His smile would be dark, his grip on my waist so tight it felt like he wanted to crush me in his fury: "Iris, you never learn to be good."

And then I would be severely punished.

This time couldn't be a test too, could it?!

The System comforted me: [Although he has tested you many times, when has he ever used another woman? It's clear that your obedience has made him feel there's no challenge left, so he's bored!]

I had a sudden realization.

That's right!

Thinking this, I felt a bit relieved.

Then I hid behind a pillar on the second floor of the mansion, peeking down at the first floor.

The girl in the white dress trembled slightly.

Her voice shook too: "Everyone knows you locked up the eldest daughter of the Hayes family, tormenting her night after night! Mr. Vance, isn't having her enough for you?!"

"Locked up?" Arthur's thin lips parted slightly.

He leaned back on the sofa, his demeanor lazy. "Why don't you go ask her—if I were to let her go, would she be willing?"

The girl froze in place, a mix of fear and contempt flashing across her face.

After a long while, she exhaled and met Arthur's gaze firmly. "Even if she was tamed by you, I won't be!"

Arthur let out a cold laugh, the pressure he exuded immense.

The girl's face paled.

She gripped the hem of her skirt, terrified yet stubbornly refusing to yield.

Just like I had been in the beginning.

Arthur raised his eyes slightly, scanning her carelessly.

Then he gave an unreadable smirk. "You're very much like Iris, but she's learned to be much more obedient now."

Arthur's voice was flat, as if he were just coldly stating a fact:

"You have backbone, but what about your family's debts and your brother in prison?"

The girl's frail body swayed, the light fading from her eyes.

Arthur lifted his eyelids, the smile on his lips cold and thin.

He instructed the housekeeper, "Prepare a room for her."