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The road was damp and wet.
It had been raining all day in LA.
Amelia’s backpack was disdainfully thrown out of the door by the butler.
“Miss Cromwell, Mr. Milton is unwilling to show his face, so I’ll speak on his behalf. Your biological parents are in the countryside and their surname is Cromwell. the Milton family once mistakenly took you as their daughter, but now Miss Mia has been found. I hope you’ll be sensible and stop contacting the Milton family.”
As the butler spoke, he pulled out a card. “This is 3000 dollars. Mr. Milton asked me to give it to you as compensation.”
“No need.”
Amelia didn’t even glance at it and simply picked up her black bag.
The butler looked at the young woman with disdain. She wouldn’t even take the money–was she trying to put on a
brave face?
Hmph, she didn’t even consider that the Milton family now had their own biological daughter. Why would they need her, a poor village girl, who was a total nobody?
“Well then, Miss Cromwell, do as you please!” The butler slammed the door shut.
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Amelia didn’t pay any more attention. She left the Milton family’s house with just her black bag, her back straight like a pine tree.
She left the same way she had arrived.
Except for the rain falling on her head, which made her appear somewhat disheveled.
People upstairs saw her and sneered, not bothering to hide their laughter.
“She’s finally out.”
“Who would want her here? I was afraid she wouldn’t want to go back to the countryside and would stick around here.”
Amelia didn’t respond, the corners of her lips curving into a faint smile.
Was it that the Milton family was incapable of recognizing
good things?
Indeed, they were.
Amelia casually bit on a piece of fruit candy. Her long hair was jet black, her eyes and brows strikingly beautiful. The sickly pallor on her face did not make her look weak but rather added to her mysterious aura…
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Meanwhile, in a courtyard in New York, the Cromwell family was holding an international meeting.
Mr. Cromwell sat at the top seat, leaning on his cane, presence imposing despite his calm demeanor.
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“For all these years, there’s still not a single word about your little sister?”
This question was directed at his six grandsons,
The richest family in New York, the six sons of the Cromwell family, everyone of them is exceptional and outstanding.
Every one of them, could stir up a storm out there in their circle.
But today, they all looked dejected, their eyes filled with longing and melancholy.
It was they who had lost their seventh sister all those years
ago.
She was just a baby at the time, quiet and adorable.
It had been 18 years, and they had been searching, but the trail went cold in a small mountain village. They didn’t even know how many times she had been sold by human traffickers.
“Grandfather, we’ll keep searching! We’ll definitely find her!”
Just then, a chubby man rushed in, holding a document, gasping for breath.
“Chairman! Miss Cromwell ][[[… we found her!”
The usually composed Mr. Cromwell immediately stood up, his hands trembling with excitement.
“Where? Send people to bring her back immediately!”
The man handed over the document. “In LA, we’re still
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verifying the details.”
“Then let’s go to LA!” Mr. Cromwell said eagerly. “Prepare the car!”
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At dusk, in LA.
After being kicked out, Amelia didn’t return to the
countryside. Instead, she waited for the rain to stop and then went back to her own place.
It was a modest, unremarkable apartment complex. As she parked, someone waved at her.
“Hey Amelia, you’re back.”
“Mm, I’m back.” Amelia smiled lightly.
An elderly lady selling fruit handed her an apple. “It’s been half a month since I saw you. My old leg is bothering me, and I don’t have anyone to look after it.”
“And me, Amelia! My hand, it’s been trembling from playing chess.”
Everyone knew that Amelia was very popular among the residents of their community.
Some retired old fellas liked to sit with her, chatting and asking her to check their health.
Despite the area’s humble appearance, it concealed many
secrets.
For example, the man who played chess with her was once a
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national–level chess player.
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As for the others, Amelia hadn’t bothered to look into their identities. She lived here simply because it was peaceful…
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