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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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Mind Your Own Business

Éditeur: Henyee Translations

This should be the husband that the old Grandma was talking about, right?

At this moment, a caretaker pushed the old man forward. The others must have gone to complete the procedures or something. The caretaker glanced at the drooling old man, and disdain appeared in her eyes. The old man was wearing a bib, and there was a trace of sadness in his turbid eyes.

The old Grandma floated at the side and wanted to wipe the old man's saliva again and again. Unfortunately, humans and ghosts had different paths, so she could only give up in the end. Howevercstill muttered, "Aiya, old man, don't feel indignant. How many caretakers can be sincere? Are you going to let them wipe your saliva non-stop? Even if you want to tell your son to change a caretaker for you, but you can't say anything. Even if you really switch caretakers, can you guarantee that the next one will be good?" The old Grandma sighed, her tone very sad and helpless.