All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Under the dim light, Amelia suddenly smiled.“I heard you work at the township committee?”“Yes.” Joe was still sizing her up, completely dismissing the question as unimportant.But Amelia’s next words shook the entire room.“What if I told you that I was trafficked here? How would the Monterey Committee handle that?”"You little brat, what nonsense are you talking about?!"Boom!Grace exploded in an instant, lunging forward to grab Amelia!But Jessica stepped in front of her, clearly annoyed.“The the Cromwell family didn’t even convince her properly, and now they’re trying to send her to my nephew?”“She wasn’t like this earlier!” Grace was furious.So she had been pretending this whole way?!This little brat was too good at acting!She was terrified that the Morton family would flip out in anger.If that happened, their entire family would be screwed!Luckily, Joe seemed pleased.That sticky, revolting gaze had never once left Amelia.“It doesn’t matter if she’s unwilling now,” he

The people in the room had yet to react to her words, unsure of whom she was speaking to.Meanwhile, the livestream exploded with comments.【111!】【1! Don’t worry, host! Mission accepted!】Amelia’s voice carried a hint of amusement, but her eyes were as cold as ice.“Next, I’ll be acting in self-defense. Some scenes might be unsuitable for my sisters to watch. I don’t want to get banned, so I’ll be turning off the stream now.”【What?!】【Host, don’t act recklessly! You’re in danger!】【@River County Tourism, where the hell are you?! Do something!】As Amelia spoke, she pulled off a button.Joe was completely confused by her actions.“Are you insane? Talking to yourself?”But Grace’s face drastically changed—as if she had suddenly realized something."You brat… you were streaming just now!"Amelia bit down on a fruit candy, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders.“Mm-hmm. Thanks to all of you, the viewership boost was pretty good.”Joe frowned. “What livestream?”Nathan was also

“This whole act has been exhausting.”Amelia withdrew her gaze and stood at the doorway, blocking everyone’s escape. Her voice was as lazy as ever.“Alright, enough of the performance. Someone tell me—where’s the cellar key?”Grace, who had been dragged here by Amelia, was now barely holding onto life.Regret was written all over her face.Old Cromwell scowled darkly, cursing at Amelia in a string of dialect.She didn’t understand the words, but she wasn’t stupid. She grabbed the old man and yanked him forward.“You should know.”Seeing this, Ziggy snapped, lunging like a madman.“YOU DARE TOUCH MY GRANDPA? I’LL KILL YOU!”Amelia couldn’t be bothered to look at him. She’d hit whoever came at her—no exceptions.“You even hit old people! You won’t die a good death!” Ziggy gasped between shouts.Amelia’s voice was slow and indifferent.“He’s not an old man. He’s just an old bastard.”“When the elders are corrupt, the younger ones follow suit. Your parents kidnapped people. He raises dogs

Amelia paid no mind to Benjamin’s expression. She grabbed him firmly, her voice steady and cold:“It’s going to hurt. Bear with it.”Before Benjamin could react—Crack!Amelia reset his dislocated arm in one swift motion.A sharp furrow formed between Benjamin’s brows, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.Amelia glanced at him, inwardly impressed by his endurance.Soldiers really were different.If it had been an ordinary person in this environment, they wouldn’t have lasted this long.Even if they weren’t tortured to death, without medical treatment, an infected shoulder wound would have led to a relentless high fever.In truth, Benjamin’s body temperature was already dangerously high.Yet, his sheer willpower allowed him to use even the slightest support Amelia gave him to push himself out of the cellar.—The first thing Benjamin noticed wasn’t Zoey.It was the little girl lying near the cellar.He could have escaped with Zoey earlier.But as they neared the edge of the villag

There was no way River County could pretend not to see this.The impact was too massive—there was no way to cover it up.Frank Anderson, the person in charge of River County, was sweating profusely as he rushed toward Yellow Mountain Village, frantically thinking of a plan.Sitting beside him was Edgar, equally anxious. He fixed Frank with a sharp stare.“Mr. Anderson, I asked you about that couple before,” Edgar said. “You guaranteed me they weren’t a problem.”Frank’s face darkened as guilt flickered in his eyes.“I really didn’t know they were doing this kind of business,” he muttered.“But you should know the situation in your own county!” Edgar’s voice was blunt and cutting.“The last lead on our Seventh Miss was cut off in your county.”“At first, I couldn’t understand why,” Edgar continued, his voice turning ice-cold.“But now I finally get it. No matter how much we investigated, we found nothing—because the biggest obstacle was your county’s culture and your own complicity!”F