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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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Editor: Henyee Translations

In that era, those who had computers at home were very powerful. At that time, the place with the best business was the Internet cafe. There would be an Internet cafe in every street and alley in the county. Most of the Internet cafes were populated by boys and girls who were still in school. The muddled ghost's fifth-grade son was also addicted to it. He didn't go to school and climbed over the school gates to surf the Internet every day.

The muddled ghost: "Because of our son's education, my wife and I were very anxious. My wife went to work, and I went to work too. Only my mother took care of the children at home, so we definitely couldn't control them. My wife and my mother never had a good relationship. My wife used to take care of the children when she didn't go to work. My mother complained that she didn't do anything in the house. How tiring could it be to take care of a child?"