All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"Why do you keep mentioning her?" Mia's gaze dimmed slowly, and as she lowered her head, a hint of malice appeared on her face.  William didn’t notice, thinking she was just upset, and laughed: "Don't overthink it. I only have you in my heart now. As for her? Ha, she doesn’t even know how to give in. No man will want her."  "Really?" Mia bit her lip, her eyes misty. "But Aunt Remington always looks down on me. She prefers my sister."  William reached out and pulled her into his embrace: "Don’t worry about my mom. She can’t control my dad, and soon, I’ll publicly announce that you’re my fiancée."  "Okay." Mia responded sweetly, but her thoughts were still lingering on the image of the man she had just seen.  She had to figure out how to meet him again; it was the only way...  At that moment, on the top floor of the Chamber of Commerce, representatives from many maj

After typing the message, Amelia realized the sign of connection between her and Mr. Jenkins .  A small pink heart? It was slowly lighting up as their conversation continued?  Amelia’s finger paused. Who designed this feature for the live-streaming platform? It felt so unnecessary.  The platform manager had indeed asked her before if she wanted to assign a symbol to that "prince" (Mr. Jenkins ).  She had agreed without giving it much thought, but now…  With this kind of symbol, it felt inappropriate to negotiate with others.  Amelia didn’t hesitate and opened the platform manager’s account.  "Are you there? Please remove this symbol," she sent a screenshot.  The reply came quickly, but it was an automated message.  "Hello, dear broadcaster, how can we assist you today?"  Amelia sent her account name: "Please remove the symbol asso

Carl’s gaze lingered outside the top floor of the Chamber of Commerce building for a moment before he finally smiled with a hint of meaning: "I do indeed know Miss Cromwell."  In that instant, Amelia narrowed her eyes, her aura turning somewhat dangerous.  She was wondering just how much Mr. Jenkins  had found out about her and whether she needed to go meet him in person to have a talk.  After a while, she heard the man on the other end of the line rise, the sound of fabric brushing as he moved. Then, it seemed like he lit something, probably a cigarette, as his voice came slowly, without rush: "You saved Yin Si. I was in the car at the time. He insisted on meeting Miss Cromwell, and I took him back to Jing's. He was in poor health, and I’ve always hoped I could find an opportunity to thank you in person."  *Sent him back?* Judging by his tone, "throwing him back" would be a more appropriate description.  

According to the rules of the live-streaming platform, if there were only one or two complaints, the account wouldn’t be banned without any investigation. After all, Amelia wasn’t even streaming at the moment, nor had she posted any content that could trigger banned keywords.  It would take many complaints to cause such a strong reaction.  This familiar tactic seemed like... someone had hired professional online trolls.  Amelia smiled faintly, her lips curling up as she sat in front of the medicine cabinet, her expression as nonchalant as ever.  How interesting, someone actually wanted to take her down online?  Should she praise their courage, or call them foolish?  Amelia bit into a piece of candy, acting swiftly and decisively as she took screenshots and sent them to the dark web forum.  **Dark Web Alliance King**: "In one hour, I want to see these troll accounts and their associ

The call was from the school’s head teacher, her tone aggressive and clearly full of hostility.  “Amelia, I order you to come to the school right now, immediately!” Her voice was loud, as if she were furious. “Your parents said they are no longer responsible for you, whether you are good or bad has nothing to do with them, and they don’t owe you anything anymore. Is that true?”  Amelia replied indifferently, “Yes.”  “*Yes*?! Why didn’t you tell me this?” Cynthia sneered. “The only reason you got into our medical school is because of your father’s influence. Otherwise, with your third-rate medical knowledge, there’s no way we’d accept you.”  Amelia smiled lightly, “Third-rate medical knowledge?”  “What? Did I say something wrong? Don’t forget your disgraceful grades!” Cynthia shouted impatiently.