Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathalie was now in the private room that was accommodated to her, and she finished taking a bath recently. Moving out of the toilet and bathroom, she now donned a brown cotton bathrobe while she strutted her way to the nearby nightstand.

Her smartphone was on it; on her way, she took her time wiping off the moisture on her hair with a spare towel before she raked every strand of it to a ponytail. After which, she turned it into a high hair bun. A few drops cascaded from her side fringes and bangs but they were never the issue of hers as she sat by the edge of the spare bed.

Upon crossing her legs, she then reached for her phone and gave it a couple of scrolls to her manuscript.

But then, something on her screen popped up, and it was Arnold, who would like to have a video chat at the moment.

'Really now,' she thought as the corner of her lips quirked up. Withal, she pressed it and started the conversation.

"My Mysti!" 

Right off the bat, Arnold screamed bloody murder when his face occupied the whole screen as he got too close— eyes glistened as his nose sniffing, and cheeks burned red— which got her taken aback.

'It hasn't been a day and yet…' She started to type when he cried out loud.

"I miss my dear daughter so so so much! Look at you so pretty, oh sweet child of mine."

[Father! Stop it! Look at you, stop embarrassing yourself.]

Arnold huffed out as he looked away. "No one is in my study, you silly!" Then, he showed her around the study, not even a guard stationed inside.

[Alright. Alright.] Nathalie sighed.

There was no way she could argue when he would act in this way; it was him being too endearing, and she hated to admit such that it gave her a sense of relief whenever he was in it— he was out and away from stress.

[Is everything going well in there?]

"Of course!" A sudden gleam came from his eyes as he grinned with pride. 

He then went on how the northern territory thrived far from what it was with several businesses opened there such as clothing and cosmetic lines, and several plans that were about to set foot in the new industry that she was about to build. 

This time, she wanted her father to partake in all of her endeavors as he was no stranger when it came down to business and marketing needed to accomplish.

In this lifetime, where so many things required her attention, she could only do so much and it wouldn't hurt if she had another pair of hands to get down the business.

A promising future awaited the North, and she couldn't be any happier than that.

"My, what kind of place is that?! So bland and cheap—" His face furrowed deep to disgust as his gaze roamed around. "I'm seeing some cobwebs by the corner and those lines on the wooden ceiling and stone walls cracked with age— I thought you'd brought a lot of money with you?!"

'Uh-oh, there he goes… His sermon…' Nathalie held it in as he was right all along. It was her decision they had to take this route, after all.

While it did hurt her pride that she had to give so much money to Marcus, he said it was enough to deal with the aftermath. Moreover, she didn't want to get complacent as she asked Jonathan and Keith to monitor outside for a while.

[Father, everything is under control. I don't want you to lose any more of your hair with that already harsh hairline and more wrinkles on your face.]

From her comment, his mouth went agape as he could never believe to hear such mean words in her mouth. 

"You! How vulgar and irresponsible for you to say such mean words!"

It wasn't true. She needed to get him to let loose, even for now.

Nathalie giggled, covering her mouth from the reaction she wanted. A part of her couldn't get enough bickering with him, and with the other smartphone in his care, a huge burden got lifted off her chest.

In turn, Arnold gave a lopsided smile as he arched his eyebrows from her beloved daughter, sighing.

"Still cheeky as ever. Jesting aside, how did it fare over there, your new quest that is?"

She took a deep breath and pursed her lips for a while, typing, [Well, things turned crazy, but not that it's never manageable for me!]

"Are you sure? Do you need my help over there?" 

[Not really, with Ashtra on my side, do you think I would be in danger?]

He scoffed, "That worm won't even provide you anything aside from being a guard."

"You talk so much behind my back, huh?"

All of a sudden, the snake pendant she wore suddenly squirmed with its head perking up with a rumbling hiss. 

"No, I know you're there. So I'm far from afraid of you."

Kneading her temples, she thought it would be a long and tiresome day as they went head to head. 

A part of her lied but she wanted to assure him when there was no point in dragging more people into the mess that only a few of them knew.

She wasn't foreign the idea such as reverse engineering, and this wasn't an exception.

After which, she cut them off "[I'll talk to you soon, alright?]

But then, Arnold frowned, "Aww, that would be a shame then. Fine. I'll hold onto your word!"

Nathalie gave a curt nod, sent him a flying kiss, which he did the same, and bid each other farewell. 

Though it wasn't over for Ashtra as he rammed at the smartphone over and over, leaving him hurt every time.

She then took her time wearing the pastel blue halter dress she prepared on the cream quilt. 

'I love this customized and tailored for my body.' Marveling, she couldn't help but look at the dress flared down to her knees, then cinched her waist with a gold belt. 

Lastly, she wrapped a chiffon shawl on her dainty shoulders.

After which, she flicked his head with a subtle clink.

[You don't have to be so rude to my father.]

"He went on it first!" Baring fangs at her, letting out a frost on his mouth and flared nostrils. "Damn, I couldn't even read his mind with that damn artifact— where'd you even get that?!"

[None of your business.] 

She gave him a cold shoulder, but then her insides gutted the next moment as he refuted.

"So many secrets you keep, Miss Quinn."

'What— When did he?!'

"Curious?"'