All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Harmony Clinic, I’ll remember that!” The woman quickly hung up the call, muttering to herself, “First call the police, then collect the evidence…”Time ticked by.In the livestream, people were starting to get anxious. **[Can someone explain what’s going on?]** **[Is the host not here? What’s happening?]** **[This host is amazing, still so many people here even though she’s not around! She’s #3 on trending!]** As the stream’s popularity continued to rise, the platform’s room manager was getting nervous. The platform had rules: if a host is inactive for more than 20 minutes, they would get a warning and their account could be banned. This new host was causing a lot of anxiety—why hadn’t she returned yet? It wasn’t until Amelia had finished handling the situation that she noticed two system notifications

Before Amelia could answer, the comments in the live stream flooded with laughter. **[OnlineUser_1: Yes, yes, Mr. Hart, we can all see you!]** **[OnlineUser_2: What kind of immortal live stream is this? Lol, this is so fun!]** **[OnlineUser_3: Who can understand? We just saw the dean in the live stream!]** **[OnlineUser_4: Not just the dean, but this is a medical expert!]** **[Forgetful Water: Medical expert?]** **[OnlineUser_4: The director of the Neurology Department at the First Affiliated Hospital, top expert! You can search it yourself.]** **[Want_to_Be_Rich: I just searched! My gosh, this is incredible! The appointment slots are booked till next year!]** **[OnlineUser_3: Now do you guys understand how I feel?]** **[Handsome_Guy: Didn’t you say at first the host was a fraud? Your dean just praised her as a genius!]** **[OnlineUser_3: So now I&r

“This little alley is truly narrow and shabby. It’s poor beyond belief!” The speaker was Molly Ashford, whom Amelia had met earlier at the hotel. She was supporting a delicate young woman, with a slight sneer on her lips. "Miss, there’s no need for you to come all the way here yourself. In an environment like this, what kind of renowned doctor could possibly come out of it?" "Molly, please stop." The young woman wore a fishtail dress, and her high heels made it a little difficult to walk on the cobblestone path. "Just think of it as doing a favor for Uncle." Molly sighed, "Miss, you’re the adopted daughter of the Cromwell family. In the future, the shares of Cromwell’s company will all be yours. Do you really need to give him any face?" "Molly." The young woman furrowed her brows slightly, stopping her. "There are still my brothers at home. The company will belong to them." 

Elijah has many secrets. For example, he has an extraordinarily sharp sense of smell, capable of detecting scents that ordinary people can’t perceive. If Elijah calls something "stinky," it likely has something to do with poison... Amelia tapped her finger lightly on the stand, lost in thought, pondering whether she should tell Mr. Jenkins about the similar scent she had noticed in his study. The fragrance of the medicine there was eerily similar to that of Miss Cromwell from earlier... She only spent a couple of seconds thinking about this.In the yard, the old lady was calling her, "Amelia, is it true what Emma said? Our Harmony Clinic is famous now?" Before Amelia could answer, the neighbors started arriving one after another, surrounding Ms. Victoria and asking all kinds of questions. The live broadcast incident was still simmering, and Amelia’s post on her Snap Chat Moments had been

Mr.Cromwell leaned on his dragon-headed cane: "They’re difficult to find. After the incident years ago, they now belong to the highest command level." "They’ve resurfaced again in the last three months," Edgar said in a lowered voice. "I heard it’s the boss's order, part public, part private." Mr.Cromwell's eyes glinted with sharpness: "Go ahead and handle it. As long as we can find Miss Cromwell, the Cromwell family will pay whatever it takes." This was an elderly man's yearning for his granddaughter, hoping she would return home. When Amelia received the message, she raised an eyebrow. On the other side, Andy Wilson, the representative from Wilson Group, was still talking: "Mrs., should we help or not?" Amelia, wearing a Bluetooth headset, was still in the narrow alley, her smile faint: "I was just warned not to do business with people from the Cromwell family." Andy let ou