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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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Looking for Her to Catch Ghosts

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Emma: "No! Just stand there and wait for me!"

Amelia was speechless. She rummaged through her small school bag, took out a mask, and put it on. No, it still smelled. She took out the small gauze scarf that her grandmother had stuffed into her school bag, wrapped it around her head, and covered her nose. She made herself look like a small dumpling.

After a while, Amelia felt that she could not breathe. She asked, "Sister, are you done?"

Emma: "Wait, there's still a little left."

Amelia: "How much is a little…"

After waiting for another two to three minutes, the sound of rushing water came out. Emma also came out. "Let's go. It stinks!"

Amelia ran out with a whoosh. As she ran, she shouted, "You still think you stink!"

Outside the bathroom, George had one hand in his pocket as he waited for the children to come out. Then, he saw Amelia run out wrapped up like a dumpling.