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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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Which Damn Thing Is It

Éditeur: Henyee Translations

Amelia's eyes widened. "It's the aunt?"

Elmer Stevens nodded.

Amelia was even more confused. This Aunt Emily was not their junior. They were not related. Helena thought of the money that had fallen out of Emily's bag and said, "It might be for the money."

They had to ask Emily herself about this.

Amelia raised her hand and broke the memorial tablets, completely destroying this sinister consecrator.

The corridor was filled with ghosts of men, women, and children. They all looked at Amelia in silence. They watched as she burned four faces and destroyed four memorial tablets. Someone's tears were muddy. "Die… Die…" Strong hatred burst out of their eyes.

Amelia waved at them. "Let's go. Have a safe trip!"

The ghosts left one after another. Perhaps they had finally seen their revenge, or perhaps they had finally resolved their worries and no longer had the reason to stay here.