"How could the Carter family have someone as shameless as you! Walking around with a big belly and still acting all high and mighty, aren't you afraid you'll lose the baby?"

"Just nasty. I wanna puke just looking at her…"

So noisy. Who’s making all that racket?

With a slight frown, the girl slowly blinked her eyes open.

The room was dim and messy—adult toys scattered everywhere. She was wrapped only in a thin, sheer robe, and the air still hung heavy with the lingering mess from last night.

A few guys stood around her, glaring like she owed them money. The second they saw her awake, the mocking kicked up even higher.

"Emma Carter, wow, guess I really underestimated you! You’re wild, huh!"

"Chill, Ethan," another voice said, putting on a fake gentle tone. "Maybe sis just got a little carried away. Grew up in the sticks, after all. You can't expect to fix bad habits overnight..."

A soft, fragile voice floated over. Emma lifted her gaze towards it.

There stood Sophia Carter, dressed up all sweet and pure, looking like a poster child for innocence with her downturned lashes and delicate smile.

In her own scandalous state, Emma only looked worse next to that fake little angel.

Expressionless, Simmo quickly pulled up the system menu—001.

"Beep—Hello, dearest host! Your most adorable, most beautiful system, Audrey Hepburn, reporting for duty!"

"Audrey Hepburn? 001, you renamed yourself without asking me?"

A giggly child's voice chirped in her head, "Hehe, just trying to blend in, boss! By the way, heads up—you've officially time-traveled!"

Hearing that, Simmo instantly caught on. As the most advanced AI from the 22nd century, she'd developed her own consciousness over time but could never grasp that precious thing called 'emotion.'

That’s why the headquarters finally allowed her to travel back to the 21st century—to learn about human emotions firsthand.

"Anyway, since you’re here, sit tight and let little Audrey help you pull up the original file!"

Right after, lines of data started scrolling through her mind.

The original Emma Carter: supposed to be the real Carter daughter, but swapped at birth and raised by foster parents in the countryside. Years wandering in poverty had crushed her self-esteem.

Two years ago, after her foster parents passed away, the Carters dragged her back—but not for love. They needed a disposable shield to protect fake heiress Sophia Carter in the entertainment world.

All the crap jobs landed squarely on Emma’s shoulders, while every good thing got handed to Sophia on a silver platter.

With the brothers' protection, Sophia played the sweet little flower and became a national sweetheart. Meanwhile, Emma got treated like dirt—a D-list nobody, dragged down by endless scandals, rumored to live recklessly and even be pregnant with some random man's baby.

Turns out, the original Emma had stumbled across Sophia sneaking around with the show’s director the night before. Sophia beat her half to death in a panic, drove her into despair—and that’s when Simmo took over.

Reading all this, Simmo would've had a forehead full of black lines if she were human. As a high-end AI, she couldn't wrap her head around how the original Emma had just stood there and taken it.

If people hit you, you hit back harder. That’s the law of survival! No way she'd be some doormat.

This time, she was here to live proudly in Emma's place.

Her eyes turned ice-cold. Letting out a sneer, she said plainly, "Sophia Carter, keep doing shady stuff and you’ll really have ghosts knocking on your door at night. You know exactly who was here yesterday. Maybe next time, wipe off the hickeys before trying to frame me."

Sophia blanched and instinctively clutched at her neck.Last night, that scumbag director almost tried something disgusting with her using props. Even though Emma Carter caught him red-handed afterward and gave him a solid beating, there's no way Sophia Carter would have the guts to spill the truth!

Sophia’s heart was in a mess, but on the outside, she still played the pitiful little white flower perfectly.

"Emma, I know you hate me, but you can’t just make things up and pin them on me..." she murmured, voice all soft and trembling.

"Enough, Sophia. No need to waste your breath on someone like her," Oliver Carter cut in, shooting Emma a disgusted glare. "We know what kind of person you are. No way a few lies from her could bring you down."

His look was just pure contempt, no faking it.

Emma sneered inwardly. Wow, dude really made a living out of acting, huh?

From what Audrey Hepburn had gathered, this second brother got famous years ago through a few hit dramas. Seeing him now, Emma had to admit—he could really act.

"Yeah, don’t worry, Sophia. We’ll set her straight for you," Ethan Carter said, all puffed up, giving Emma a death stare.

Then Liam Carter snorted and added with a mocking grin, "Emma Carter, no matter how hard you cozy up to the director, you’re still nothing but a washed-up wannabe. Be smart, keep being our little maid—maybe if we’re in a good mood, we’ll toss you some pocket change."

Hearing that, a shadow flashed in Emma’s eyes.

Right. They were currently filming the variety show *Camping Together*.

Originally, this opportunity was thanks to Mrs. Smith wanting to thank Emma.

A while back, Emma had helped Mrs. Smith’s dance team when one of their performers dropped out. With Emma’s support, they not only competed at the city level but even won.

Finding out Emma was in the entertainment industry, Mrs. Smith had warmly recommended her to the variety show.

And it was Sophia and the rest who shamelessly tagged along, but now they spun it like Emma was the leech riding on their fame.

And they even wanted her to be their servant?

What a joke.

Clearly, Emma’s relationship with the Carter family didn’t have a shred of real affection. To them, she was just a convenient maid.

Thinking that, Emma couldn’t be bothered arguing anymore. She stood up and headed straight out of that toxic room.

"Hey! You stop right there!" Liam barked behind her.

The rest stared, stunned, as Emma just treated them like air.

Back in her room, the first thing Emma did was fix up her outfit.

She just finished changing when she noticed the camera's red light blinking — the livestream had already begun.

Bending down to pack her stuff, a strand of hair slipped across her face. She casually tucked it behind her ear, revealing a stunning profile—elegant brows, soft red lips slightly curved into a smile. Even just a side glance was enough to show off her jaw-dropping beauty.

Little did she know, the livestream chat was already blowing up.

[OMG who is this goddess?! I need all her info in 3 minutes!]

[Wifey! I’m claiming wifey right now!]

[Back off, she’s MY wife!]

Ignoring the chat chaos, Emma finished packing, grabbed her backpack, and was ready to head to the meeting point alone.

But the nightmare squad wasn’t done—just as she stepped out, they swarmed her again.

Liam, temper already boiling, charged up first and snapped, "Emma Carter! Are you deaf? You just planning to ditch all this mess and bail?"

Please, like anyone needed a translator here—they just didn’t want to lose their free housekeeper.

Before Emma could respond, Sophia chimed in with her signature delicate act, "Brothers, don’t blame Emma... If anyone should leave, it should be me—"

Tears welled up in her eyes, as if someone had bullied her.

Emma couldn’t help but laugh and shot back coldly, "Great idea! Pack up and roll. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out."