Semua Bab Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Bab 211 - Bab 220

"He can think it over again." Amelia stood under the streetlamp, dressed in a black jacket, her long legs and slender waist accentuating her stance. "We won't force anyone."Chris burst into laughter. "He doesn't have a choice—go in or go bankrupt. Boss, you're still the decisive one!""He deserves it." Amelia's lips curled into a slow smile. "He had his chance."If he didn't cherish it, who was to blame?Time and again, he sought trouble, and now he had even dragged Grandma into it.Amelia was never one to let grudges slide.Jackson should consider himself lucky that he carried the Milton family's blood; otherwise, he would be joining the others going in.As for the old lady, Jackson was undoubtedly the first to seek her out.He thought things would be like before—kneeling, crying, and begging. Grandma had never let him suffer before.But this time, Harmony Clinic didn’t even open its doors.Sitting in the backyard, Victoria gently caressed the bracelet her late husband had left behi

Mary’s stupidity had not only ruined herself but had also dragged her down!No way!the Milton family was already at its breaking point—she couldn't let Mary's mess pull her under too!The moment Mia got out of the car, she called Jackson back.Her voice was icy. “Was that livestream started by my grandmother or Amelia?”Jackson had never seen his obedient daughter act like this before.For some reason, he felt a chill in his heart.But right now, he had no choice but to cling to this last shred of hope. “Probably your grandmother… I’m not sure. By the time I found out about the livestream, it was already blowing up.”Mia suppressed her anger. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”“Live streaming online is no different from begging. Your mother and I didn’t take it seriously at first.”Mia nearly lost it. “This is the internet age! Don’t you understand that?”Jackson had never been scolded like this by a younger generation before. His expression darkened. “Mia! Watch your tone!”That repr

"I may be an old fool here in this small alley, but with you and Elijah, I can't just stay here," the old lady said with a smile. "I can't always be cooped up in this little place while you two kids fight it out in the world.""I have to learn to take that step, try to make connections, learn new things, and not just stay stuck in this small town," she added, putting down the sieve and looking rejuvenated. "How many more years can your grandmother keep struggling?""Of course, Grandma is as beautiful and exceptional as ever. This is just the beginning," Amelia said, her voice clear. "In the future, everyone will know that Dr. Milton from South City is here to heal the world."The old lady chuckled, clearly amused. "You girl, you’re just trying to make me happy.""I’m not just trying to cheer you up, I mean it," Amelia said, her eyes deep and beautiful.The old lady didn’t listen to her flattery any longer. She cleared the dishes and told Amelia to go take a bath. Neither of them brou

Carl’s fingers paused slightly. Instead of answering, he asked in return, “Why?”Amelia’s tear mole was striking as she mused, “It feels like he does everything for you. Does he owe the Cromwell family a favor?”“Mm.” Carl responded only to the latter part of her sentence. “He does owe.”Amelia propped her chin up with one hand. “Then have him remove the ‘Guardian’ status.”Carl’s movements stilled for a moment before he feigned ignorance. “Guardian?”Thinking he wasn’t familiar with it, Amelia explained, “It’s a badge that appears in my livestream room when someone gives a lot of tips. It doesn’t really match my aesthetic.”Carl chuckled, his voice low and amused. “And why not ask the platform to remove it?”Amelia rarely showed emotion, but now half of her face was puffed up in a pout—beautiful yet proud. “The platform keeps giving me automated replies. Even my moderators couldn’t do anything. Probably because that person tipped too much, and they don’t want to offend a big spender.

While everyone’s attention was on Amelia, she was still sitting in the taxi, handling her work.She was the one driving the Milton Group’s acquisition case.Setting traps, analyzing data, reeling in the big fish.Once everything was in place, she instructed Chris, “Go contact Jackson. Tell him the Western Construction Group is willing to give him three minutes to say whatever he wants.”Chris got excited. “A crushing negotiation tactic—I got it!”A company whose market value had hit rock bottom was the perfect target for acquisition.By the time she wrapped things up, it was already 9 AM.The exam started at 9:30.Amelia stepped out of the taxi, still looking at her phone.Her chat with the platform’s moderator, 007, was still active.Seeing that she was finally back online, he sent several messages in a row, expressing the platform’s support.Amelia smiled faintly. “I should be thanking you this time. You’ve worked hard.”For the platform to back her and resist the pressure to shut d