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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 · 现代言情
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526 Chs

Chapter 257: Transfer

Early in the morning, Amelia Sanchez got up, and breakfast was already prepared. Nadia Fitzgerald was waiting to eat. She hadn't slept well due to too much exercise the night before and couldn't fall asleep at all.

Eric Brown was also not very energetic, as he hadn't slept much either.

He got up early with Nadia Fitzgerald to wait for breakfast. Since the place was too far from the city, it was difficult to have takeaway delivered, so they had to wait.

But he couldn't cook; he couldn't even cook noodles.

Nadia Fitzgerald was also incapable of cooking; she only knew how to eat.

Initially, Eric Brown wanted to search online for instructions to cook noodles, but there was nothing in the kitchen, which looked even cleaner than one's face.

He thought about calling for someone to deliver the ingredients, but the assistant, dumb as a doorknob, sent only flour without noodles along with oil, vegetables, and meat.

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