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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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Her Confession

Éditeur: Henyee Translations

George understood this time. In an instant, he heard the wind and snow blow past his ears, leaving only her clear voice: I like you.

When George came back to his senses, Ling had already stepped onto the deserted mountain path, leaving only her back view. The snow sealed the mountain, and she was the only one walking alone. She walked forward step by step with incomparable determination.

George pursed his lips and looked at the snow in his palm. He held it silently. The snow that did not melt in Ling's hand quickly turned into a pool of water in his palm.

Amelia sat in the car. Elmer said, "After this winter solstice, send your eldest aunt away." He looked at the booklet and said coldly, "The longer she stays, the worse it will be for you."

Amelia pouted. "Is it that fatuous ruler of the King of Hell again? If I don't let Auntie leave, will he come and catch me? Come over if you have the ability!"

Elmer was speechless.