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Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

The youngest in the Torres family was born sickly. She was sent to the Mystic Church for foster care at the age of one. Four years later, it was rumored that she was going to be brought back. The sons of the Torres household all expressed their opinions. Her first brother said, "I don't like her! I don’t want a sister!" Her second brother said, "He-he, we can tease her. I hope she can be a little unyielding. Then we can play fun tricks on her." Her third brother said, "What sister? Who is that? I don't even know her!" Lauren, the girl sent to the church, was not acknowledged by her brothers. Before she came back, she was ostracized by her brothers. Everyone thought that Lauren would be bullied every day when she returned home. However, at Lauren's fifth birthday party, strange things happened. The first brother who was stern and ruthless actually let her sit on his shoulders. And the second brother who liked to mess with others and bully others was actually busy looking after her. He was even more considerate than a maid. Those who liked to speak ill of Lauren were all ruthlessly taught a lesson by her brothers. They even declared, "No one can speak ill of her. Otherwise, they will become enemies of the Torres family." Everyone was shocked. Lauren, who grew up in the church, was actually so favored in the Torres family? It turned out that Lauren was no ordinary girl. After returning from the church, she could predict the future. She had predicted the first brother's death and successfully saved him. She predicted the second brother's economic crisis and successfully saved his company. She had predicted the third brother's early state cancer and saved his life successfully. The Torres family doted on her. She was such a powerful baby. How could they not like her?

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Overthinking Things

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The study room's door was suddenly opened.

"What's going on?" Franklin and Quinn stopped talking when they heard the voice coming from the corridor. They went to see what was going on.

The two brothers standing at the door of the study room looked alike, but their expressions were worlds apart.

Franklin looked anxious, while Quinn frowned. His expression was full of impatience and disdain.

"Jinx, can you not make so much noise? This is the Torres family, not a place where you can throw a tantrum! If you want to cry or make a scene, then go out. You can make as much noise as you want outside!"

Quinn's long and slender eyes were in wavy shapes, with their tails slightly tilted upwards, that resembled peach flower petals. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, but the frown on his face made him look extremely surly.