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The Daily Chronicles Of Mrs. Brown's Multiple Identities

After her flash marriage, Amelia Sanchez now had a kept man, who eventually turned out to be the Brown family's most profligate second son, Albert Brown. The next day, Cloud City's wealthy lady, Mrs. Brown, approached Amelia Sanchez with a stony face. Before she could throw out the cheque, she saw Amelia Sanchez calmly take out a card. "I'll give you 10 million for you to leave your son." Mrs. Brown, "???" After they got married, Amelia Sanchez arranged to meet with an online celebrity who had been her online friend for many years. She sat in the living room, fretting over how to hide this identity of hers and find an excuse to avoid Albert Brown. Meanwhile, Albert Brown, "Amelia, I'm going on a cruise ship with my friends for a few days. I won't be coming back." Amelia Sanchez's eyes lit up and she nodded. "Uh-huh, I'm going on a business trip too." Two days later, Amelia Sanchez and her online buddy agreed to meet up in a private room. The moment she entered, Albert Brown looked up and their eyes met, "..." 'So, my online buddy has always been my husband all this while.' Amelia Sanchez could feel herself getting torn apart in disbelief.

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Chapter 189: Too Excellent

At this moment, Golda saw familiar memories on Albert's body and gasped in surprise.

Could this man be...

Wow.

Golda blinked at Albert, who helplessly spread his hands. They didn't speak, but their exchanged glances confirmed each other's identities.

When looking at the photo, she had only stared at Albert's face, focusing on how Amelia managed to find such a good-for-nothing loser. She was fuming but hadn't considered his identity and didn't research his background.

A grave mistake! This man was none other than S! Amelia had actually brought S home as her husband? Brilliant; her apprentice truly outdid herself!

"Amelia, you did a great job finding this man," Golda changed her tune and began to compliment Albert.

This was a veritable golden turtle in her grasp, and she must make sure to lavish praise on him.

Amelia was doubtful, "Didn't you text me yesterday saying my taste in men was bad and that I pick nothing but trash?"