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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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Patting the Dog's Head

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Elmer went out to check. After a while, he came in and said, "She should have run away. She ran quite fast." With that, he looked at Chris again. "He was contaminated by the evil aura. He should have encountered an evil ghost."

Amelia asked, "So what now?"

Elmer's eyes flashed. What should he do? Since the evil ghost had pestered Chris, of course, he should let Chris go out and lure the evil ghost out.

Amelia crawled to the bed and waved at Chris. "Fourth Uncle, lower your head…"

Chris subconsciously bent down. Amelia patted his head and said eloquently, "Pat the dog's head. You don't have to worry about anything…" Then, her small hand slid to his shoulder and thigh. "Pat the dog's leg. Life is smooth…"

Chris: "…"

In a place where Chris couldn't see, the dark energy was dispersed. Chris felt his entire body lighten and his emotions gradually stabilized. The corners of his mouth twitched as he asked, "Who taught you?"