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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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The Truth of Death

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Ella sighed. "That's why it's good to be rich. If you know that I'm the daughter of a certain corporation, then even if my identity is fake, no one investigated me." Just like that, she lived a good life as her good friend! Everyone came to curry favor with her and flatter her. She generously treated others to a meal, gave them branded clothes that she didn't want, and brought others shopping. She seemed to have really become a rich and beautiful woman.

Amelia listened very seriously. At this moment, she asked, "So how did you die? Did you brag to death?"

Ella: "…" She looked at Amelia faintly and continued, "I always thought that my good friend was good to me by giving me clothes, but when I learned from her and gave the clothes to others, I realized how much superiority there was!" She sneered. "The reason why my good friend was so good to me was to let me accentuate her superiority!"