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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.

Nunu · Umum
Peringkat tidak cukup
860 Chs
#NOROMANCE

I'm Strong

Editor: Henyee Translations

Amelia looked at the red packet in Harper's hand and said, "Brother, you don't understand. The money in the red packet can make more money. This way, I'll have more and more money in the future!"

Harper snickered. "Feudal superstition!"

Amelia reached out her tender hand and took the red packet back. She said, "You don't understand!"

Harper was in no mood to argue with Amelia. He couldn't be bothered with her.

Amelia was lying between the driver's and passenger's seats, staring intently at the meter. The meter between them showed eighty-nine dollars, then jumped to ninety-six.

The chauffeur said, "We're here."

Amelia frowned. Her heart ached. They had only driven forward a little. How did it change from 89 yuan to 96 yuan? Seven extra yuan! She could walk such a small distance!

Amelia looked at the red packet in her hand and said to the chauffeur with a troubled expression, "Uncle chauffeur, can you go back a little?"