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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 196: Banquet

The agent saw her looking pleased with herself and could only sigh.

He didn't know how Victoria Gill was doing now, but she was sent by Oliver Smith. If Oliver found out that Amelia Sanchez had been bullied by Aileen Chandler, would he be angry?

Feeling a little nervous, she was afraid that she would be called upon to explain to Oscar Wright later, as the reputation of the young masters of big mansions is very important.

As the banquet started, Aileen Chandler finished her styling and walked out of the makeup room, looking dazzling. Amelia Sanchez was no longer there.

She knew Amelia must have gone to figure out her own styling but wasn't worried at all.

It didn't matter since Amelia wouldn't make much of a splash anyway.

"Let's go; we should head to the venue first." She swayed her skirt and walked out with a charming posture.

The agent followed behind, whispering, "Aren't we waiting for Miss Gill?"