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Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

The Miller family had a troublemaker in the family. Her name was Amelia Miller. Her mother died in childbirth when she was born. Her stepmother fell off a flight of stairs while pregnant and died. Amelia's father punished her by making her face the wall in the attic. The attic was dark and humid, and there was no sunlight at all. Nobody brought her food, and Amelia thought she might very well die there. Moments before her death, she dialed a number that her mother had told her before she passed away. After she hung up, there were rumbling sounds all around her. The Miller family's residence was surrounded by a group of bodyguards dressed in black. Eight men got out of their cars, each with a different aura. They went directly to the attic. The man who led them went down on one knee and held Amelia, unconscious, in his arms. He had a solemn expression on his face. "The Miller family needs to go bankrupt." After sleeping the entire night, Amelia woke up to find that her father was bankrupt. Her family members were all homeless. Meanwhile, she... She had eight uncles and a kind grandfather who loved her dearly. Amelia's father regretted what he did, and he was unwilling to accept his fate. So what if Amelia was living a good life now? She was still the troublemaker who got her mother killed and her father bankrupt! Little did he know, after Amelia returned to her uncle's house, their luck only seemed to improve. Even her bedridden grandmother could now get out of bed and dance in the square! Finally, a god-like man claimed to be her father. He pampered her to the point where the entire world became envious of her.

Nunu · General
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A Stone Worth Billions Used to Dry Pickled Vegetables

Editor: Henyee Translations

Uncle Newton said, "The more serious something like this is, the easier it is to be targeted by thieves. It's right to use it to dry pickled vegetables."

Mrs. Taylor: "…" She was speechless.

With Uncle Newton's help, Mrs. Taylor dried a large bucket of pickled vegetables.

"I have to say, this stone is quite suitable for drying pickled vegetables!" Mrs. Taylor sized up with satisfaction.

Eric kept the broken stone in his room. Not only was a corner of it wrapped in white plastic, but Mrs. Taylor also pressed two pickles on it.

"That's good, that's good." Mrs. Taylor sighed. She wiped her hands on her apron and continued working.

Outside the Walton residence, a black car slowly drove past. A small and light drone quietly flew above the Walton residence.

In the black car, someone asked, "We can't see if we fly too high! Can't we fly lower?"

Another person said, "If we go any lower, we'll be discovered. Hurry up and fly away."