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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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Let Your Father Cook

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In the garden, a maid moved her neck stiffly, but it was twisted strangely to the other side, as if she was not used to it. However, she quickly adjusted. Her head and body were in the same direction. Her hands made a hugging gesture, as if she was used to it. It took her a while to react and slowly put her hands down. Perhaps she was not used to it, but she picked up the flower basket beside her and revealed a satisfied smile.

Alex, who was walking at the back, seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly turned around and saw a maid in the garden holding a flower basket and a pair of scissors to trim the flowers. She lowered her eyes and left quietly with the flower basket.

Alex narrowed his eyes and felt that something was wrong. If he had seen a female ghost hugging her head before, he would definitely be able to tell that their actions were exactly the same from the maid's subtle movements. Unfortunately, he had never seen a female ghost hugging her head.