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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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Handprint on the Shoulder

Editor: Henyee Translations

At this moment, the door opened with a bang. Dong, dong, dong. It seemed like a child had run over.

The girl's scalp was about to explode. She felt that she was going to die today. At this moment, the voice in her ear disappeared, and the cold feeling dissipated. The girl's stiff fingers trembled, and she felt like she was alive again, but she did not dare to look back.

"Miss." A young voice said, "It's me…" Right on the heels of that, a small hand reached out to the girl. The girl couldn't hold it in anymore and screamed in horror. She jumped off the bed and fell to the foot of the wall with the blanket. "No, don't come over…" Her eyes were filled with fear, and her face was pale.

Amelia took out a Requiem Talisman and stuck it to the girl's forehead. She even blew on it. "Little Miss, don't be afraid. I'll blow for you…"