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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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Why Is Your Face Still Black

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Amelia was puzzled. "How is it?"

Mrs. Walton subconsciously looked down and realized that Ling's toes were aimed at the front. In other words, her clothes were on the wrong side…

Mrs. Walton put her hand to her forehead.

George walked over. His tall and straight figure almost blocked out the light. He was silent for a moment before finally stepping forward to hold Ling's hand and tuck it into her sleeve.

"It's been too long," George said lightly. "You still have to wear your clothes properly. Don't scare the old lady." Amelia had been busy in the room for more than an hour. He couldn't bear to see her continue to be busy. He stood at the door of the room and stuffed Ling's hands into her sleeves. Then, he turned the clothes around and straightened them.

George said, "Give me your hand."

Ling's expression was blank as she stared straight at George.

George was patient. "Hands."