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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 457: Oliver Foster's Decision

Eric Brown watched as Albert Brown poured a glass of wine. He wanted to ask if it was alright for him to drink, knowing that Albert had ruined his stomach from drinking. But before Eric could ask, Safe intervened.

Safe said, "The occasion today isn't right. If Big Brother knew that we were drinking in this place instead of chatting idly in the restaurant, who knows what he would say?"

Albert loosened the hand he had extended.

Eric laughed, "So even you have your fears. She's not here, and she's someone else's wife, yet you're so scared that you won't drink just because she said so?"

Albert leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold, "Who said I'm afraid of her?"

"If you're not afraid, then drink and let me see." Eric folded his arms and leaned back in his chair.

Looking at the glass of wine, Albert seemed eager to drink it. Safe hastily said, "Mr. Brown, please don't joke around like this. CEO Brown's stomach isn't good, and he's only just started recovering a bit."