Lahat ng Kabanata ng Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Kabanata 331 - Kabanata 340

“I used to love watching idol dramas. I learned it from there,” Amelia lied naturally and steadily. “Go open the door for Elijah. If you don’t, he’ll come in and start questioning me nonstop.”Carl brushed his fingers through her hair and indeed stood up.But as for her words—he didn’t believe a single one.When the door opened—Elijah’s fair face was full of caution.He was afraid that his boss had lost his mind, being blinded by a pretty face and causing unnecessary trouble.The black mist surrounding the man was even denser now—was his prayer bead bracelet losing its effect?Elijah’s gaze lowered to the man’s wrist.Carl raised an eyebrow. “You came alone?”Elijah gestured, pointing downstairs.Carl understood immediately. “Grandma is having breakfast downstairs, and she sent you up to call us?”Elijah nodded vigorously.Carl chuckled. “You picked the wrong time to come up today. No money for you.”Elijah: … What kind of logic is that!?Carl brought him inside, making sure to set s

"Miss Amelia, first time here?"The man was talkative, speaking in a pure New York accent."You can call me Scarface."As soon as he finished speaking, someone from a nearby stall called out, "Sir Jonathan, you're here! I’ve got some good stuff today!""I’ll take a look later." Scarface nodded, exuding an air of authority."Alright! I’ll keep it reserved for you!"Amelia’s smile was subtle. "Sir Jonathan?"Scarface fanned himself leisurely. "It’s just a name folks in the trade gave me out of respect. You know, I go by Scarface."Then, he turned back to business. "Mr. Cromwell mentioned that Miss Amelia is looking for some mountain stones and special artifacts? Any specific requirements for quality?""Not really." Amelia replied while shifting her gaze to Elijah.Elijah seemed right at home in the vintage shop, his sharp eyes scanning the stalls before slightly pursing his lips.Amelia brought him here as her personal scanner. His eyes could help her locate valuable items with remarkab

Curse Others, Curse Yourself?!Scarface gasped sharply.Better not stay in the capital?!Could Master Dawnshade have foreseen that the person he brought was actually the seventh young lady the Cromwell family just reclaimed?Scarface opened his mouth, about to speak, but Amelia beat him to it:"Master, may I ask if there is a way to resolve this?""It is very difficult to resolve." The elderly man looked compassionate. "Some suffering is beyond your control. You lacked love since childhood, rarely understood by others, leading to resentment."Amelia spun the teacup in her fingers, her smile faint. "Resentment?""Yes," the old man looked at her. "Your suffering stems from resentment—you are unaware of it yet unable to break free. You wonder why others have what you lack."Elijah, listening at the side, was growing impatient, his tiger-like eyes narrowing dangerously.Yet Amelia merely sighed lazily, her tone indifferent:"Someone read my fortune before. He told me that my blessings are

"He is indeed very good-looking," Amelia said casually, about to leave.On the other side, Spencer, who was about to have his fortune told through calligraphy, glanced over and slightly narrowed his eyes. "Miss, you should be more polite when you speak. This is New York."Amelia chuckled. "Is this gentleman trying to teach me how to behave?"Spencer looked at her. She was undeniably beautiful, but what kind of attitude was this?Did Scarface never teach her the unspoken rules of the New York elite?"Scarface, handle this as you see fit," Spencer said indifferently. He couldn't be bothered with this any further. In his eyes, she was just an outsider.His younger brother had only looked at her a few times, yet she was putting on airs.Hah, the disdain on Spencer's face was obvious.Rowan, on the other hand, realized he had gone too far. "Ah, my bad, my bad, Miss. I was just joking. I didn't expect you and your fiancé to be so close. You're a pure love warrior, huh?"Amelia could tell th

Master Dawnshade looked at Scarface. “Hey, you’re a veteran in the antique trade. Divination, character interpretation, and object selection all rely on trust. If you don’t believe, then please, feel free to go ahead.”Scarface had already seen through Master Dawnshade. He chuckled carelessly. “Don’t try to pressure me with industry rules. Divination is about mutual consent. Especially in the vintage shop—if both the buyer and seller agree, no one else has a say. Mr. Fisher hasn’t even complained about the price yet, Master Dawnshade, why are you in such a hurry?”“If this deal goes through for my niece, I’ll give you a ten percent cut. After all, the transaction is happening in your place.”That was reasonable.That’s how things worked in the vintage shop.Of course, Rowan was happy to proceed. He picked up a brush and casually wrote a character.The young attendant was fuming but had no choice.Master Dawnshade, however, glanced at the character and surprisingly agreed to let Amelia