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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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There Will Be a Tribulation Today

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Tugger looked at the time and called a disciple over. "Go, call the little girl called Moon." Counting the time, his charm was about to flare up. He would definitely take in a talented child like Moon. If she didn't agree, she could only die.

At this moment, Moon was lying at home, her entire body burning. She had tried everything, even digging with a knife, but she could not remove the talisman on her heart. What should she do? Was she going to die just like that?

At this moment, the phone rang. A familiar voice came from the other end. "Hehe, little girl, have you considered it?"

Moon: "Despicable!"

The other party sneered and said indifferently, "The winner takes all. As long as I can achieve my goal, so what if I'm despicable? My patience is limited. If you've thought it through, I'll give you a chance to follow me."

Moon's forehead was covered in sweat from the pain, but even so, her small face was still cold. "I've thought it through."