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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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860 Chs

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Editor: Henyee Translations

Seven stood on the railing of the balcony and shook his head as he counted. "998! 999! 800!"

The Walton brothers: "…"

Amelia put on her shoes and clattered down to her uncles. George forced a smile. "Mia, why are you up so early?"

Amelia looked at the sky. "It's getting late. The sun is shining on your butts! Eldest Uncle, are you exercising?"

Chris looked at the sky and didn't even want to move a finger. He said, "Isn't that so? High-intensity exercise…"

Eric scooped up his clothes and wiped his face. "My eight-pack is even sturdier."

Andrew: "I won't be able to go on the operating table for a few days." Fortunately, he had taken his annual leave and made up for five days of leave. What else could he do?

Amelia heard that her uncles had woken up early for exercise and said excitedly, "Mia wants to do it too!" She waved her hand. "Eldest Uncle, Second Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, and Eighth Uncle, quickly do it with Mia!"