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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.

Xi Junjun · Urbano
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Chapter 425 Someone is Following

Amelia didn't cry. Osbert reached out to wipe her tears, but Amelia dodged.

Since things were clear now, there was no need to pretend anymore, and she didn't want Osbert to touch her.

Mrs. Foster saw all this and couldn't help but sigh at the twists of fate. But what could a sigh do?

It was all because of what happened to Oliver.

The two of them had dinner and chatted about some things. Mrs. Foster loved to talk and would start up a conversation with Osbert when nothing was happening. To cooperate with Amelia, Osbert wasn't stingy with chatting with Mrs. Foster.

Mrs. Foster was a very good-natured person, always smiling when she spoke, which made Osbert feel uneasy.

He always felt that she was younger than him.

After dinner, Mrs. Foster said, "Amelia, I want to accompany you to buy some stuff. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure, mom, it's up to you. I'll be fine going back tonight."

"Where are you going back to? Oliver's place?"

"Yes."

"Then where is he?"