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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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Eldest Uncle Troubled By Hair

Translator: Henyee Translations Redakteur: Henyee Translations

George looked at the time and was a little surprised. Old Master Walton and Old Madam Walton had gone for physical therapy today. Before they left, they had specially reminded him that Mia usually slept until nine o'clock before waking up, but it was only eight o'clock now.

"Eat first." George asked Mother Taylor to serve breakfast and brought his laptop to the dining room. "What's the plan for the second quarter?" He asked the people on the other end of the computer as he peeled an egg. He placed the peeled egg in Amelia's bowl and did not forget to remind her, "You have to eat eggs in the morning to maintain a balanced nutrition."

The higher-ups of the Walton Corporation had never seen such a scene. The living King of Hell of their company actually peeled eggs for someone? And he had such a gentle tone? What second-quarter plan? They had long forgotten to answer!