Semua Bab Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Carl also straightened up, a genuine smile forming in his eyes. “Alright.”The way they interacted felt entirely natural, as if they had just become friends.But James couldn’t shake the feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange—difficult to describe. He’d never seen his young master act this way with anyone before. It was like Carl was consciously emitting some sort of pheromone.If anything, this kind of behavior from the young master was rare, almost unheard of.Just sitting under the locust tree, lightly laughing and adjusting his collar, was enough to leave one defenseless.James couldn’t help but entertain a bold guess: *Could it be that the young master... has taken an interest in the little doctor?*He quickly pushed the thought away, not daring to think about it any further, keeping his head down.Meanwhile, Elder Ye had finished boiling water and called for them to start preparing the

Mary immediately nodded, signaling for everyone to try the desserts, but her eyes couldn’t seem to leave the young lady. How rich must someone be to live so extravagantly?They were wealthy in their own right, but there was still a big difference between types of wealth. Take buying handbags for example—while they might buy Hermes bags worth hundreds of thousands, at most they would buy three and rotate them. But this girl—everything she ate, used, didn’t even seem to care about how much it cost.The young lady had already taken a seat. It turns out the woman who had pushed the door open earlier was just her personal caretaker.“Miss, what would you like to eat? I’ll have them prepare it,” said the caretaker.The girl’s voice was soft. “Auntie Ashford, you sit too. You don’t have to always take care of me.”“That’s not possible. My duty is to take care of you, Miss,&rdquo

Amelia stood up straight, no longer engaging in conversation with Auntie Ashford. She grabbed her black bag, her long legs elegant and cold as she turned to Edgar. "Big brother, let's go. These people don't need treatment."Edgar nearly had a heart attack from the anger. "Little sis, listen to me. Miss Abby is Miss Abby, and the Cromwell family is the Cromwell family. You—""Uncle Monroe," a soft yet noble voice suddenly interrupted.Auntie Ashford immediately changed her attitude, bowing respectfully. "Miss, what brings you here?"The young lady, holding up the hem of her skirt, moved with grace like a fallen angel. Her pale face and delicate features exuded a pitiful elegance. "What do you mean, 'I am I, and the Cromwell family is the Cromwell family'? the Cromwell family raised me. When I am able, I will surely repay them."Auntie Ashford shot a glare at Edgar, irritated. This manager really talked too much!Edgar, however, was all

"I don't care what methods you use, but I don’t want to see her in LA again!"Mary forcefully hung up the phone, her eyes filled with disgust.She hadn’t planned to make things so ugly. After all, even raising a dog for years would create some attachment. But some people were like a stubborn adhesive—no matter how hard you tried to shake them off, they just wouldn’t go!Thinking about this, Mary suddenly seemed to remember something. She took out her phone and sent a message…That night, in ClearWater Alley, Amelia was locking her car when the sky had already turned dark.Normally, she wouldn't have paid attention to the streetlights, which flickered on and off.But as soon as she entered the alley, she noticed several figures trailing behind her.With her black bag slung over her shoulder, her thin lips curled slightly, her eyes already exuding a faint, cold charm.At the second streetlight turn,

"Julian." The thug answered without hesitation, clearly too scared to run. "Lady, we were just trying to scare you. We didn’t mean to do anything else. We thought, you’re just a young girl, if we shout at you a bit, you’d leave LA.""Right! What the boss said is true! Who knew you’d just start beating us up without saying a word!"This was the most ridiculous thing they had encountered in all their years of work!Amelia had listened enough. Her tone was light as she said, "You did manage to scare me, so for the emotional distress, you’ll need to compensate me."The thugs were stunned: Who’s being scared? They were the ones with bruises, broken bones, and who knew what else!Amelia smiled. "What’s wrong? You don’t want to pay? Fine, I’ll call the police, and you’ll all have a record.""Wait, wait!" Julian stretched out his hand, gritting his teeth in pain. "Lady, we’re willing