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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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860 Chs

I Think Your Brain is Damaged

編集者: Henyee Translations

Amelia pointed at the computer, holding the camera with one hand and hitting the table with the other. "Turn it on! If you have the ability to do bad things, turn it on!"

Everyone: "…" In the livestream, they saw a small, chubby hand that was clenched into a fist on the corner of the table. There were a few shallow dimples on the back of the hand. What a cute hand! It was not fierce at all. Instead, it was even cuter!

Alex held his forehead. He felt that his daughter might be here to undermine him. He could not help but smile. Alright, so be it. Who asked his daughter to be so cute?

The employee's eyes darted around. "Um… this computer is damaged…" As he spoke, he secretly stepped on the socket with his foot, wanting to break the power.

Alex's eyes turned cold. "I think your brain is damaged."