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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.

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The Room Is a Little Special

Editor: Henyee Translations

Max almost laughed out loud. For the first time in seventeen years, he was so lucky! Sure enough, it was useful for him to think of ways to get close to Helena!

Max lay on the man's head and took a deep breath. "Ah… this is the smell of the host…" Suddenly, he smelled feces…

The man sitting on the toilet bowl wiped the sweat off his face. After pressing the flush button, he took out his phone and sent a message. "Boss, I'll check out now. The plane leaves at two o'clock and I can reach S City at six in the afternoon."

The other party replied, "I have a social gathering tonight. Go to the hotel and book a room first."

Max glanced at the man's phone. "Tace Garth… Oh, your name is Tace, hehe…" He stroked his head.

Tace replied with a yes on his phone. For some reason, his neck suddenly felt cold. He looked at the time and hurriedly left the toilet. He packed his things and went to the front desk to check out.