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📚📚The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia🥰👉Read a vast collection of novels with just one click. | An heiress of a wealthy family was thrust into an unfamiliar life. The supposedly dead young lady came back to life. Having lost her memory, she met a famous celebrity... --- Chapter 1 Fake Heiress? The sky was overcast. Julia Harmon wheeled a 20-inch suitcase out from the gates of the Harmon residence. Next to her, a man in a suit extended a silver bank card. "Ms. Julia, here is 75 thousand. Mr. Harmon asked me to give it to you as compensation." "No, thank you," Julia said without a glance at it. 75 thousand could not bring back a life. Cole Carter looked on in astonishment. Having served Mr. Harmon for many years, he knew Julia, Mr. Harmon's sister, very well. The Harmons were a wealthy and influential family. As their daughter, Julia had grown up with every luxury, always choosing the finest things. Yet, on her twentieth birthday, just yesterday, the Harmons publicly declared that Julia was merely a foster daughter and that their real daughter was someone else. Furthermore, they announced that Julia was now an adult and that they were no longer obligated to support her. Consequently, Julia was ousted from the home. Cole had thought Julia would never turn down the money. Yet she did, decisively and without hesitation. Cole observed Julia departing with her suitcase when a thought struck him. The forecast had called for rain in just over half an hour. They were in a mountain villa region devoid of taxis or public transport, and a drive down the mountain would take at least twenty minutes. Julia didn't have a car, so she was unable to finish the mountain road before the rain started. After a brief hesitation, Cole hurried after her. "Ms. Julia, let me give you a ride." This time, Julia accepted. Seated in the back of the car, Julia mulled over how everything had come to this. Previously, she was known as the one with the top supernatural power in the mysterious world she came from—the cultivation world. Just when she was about to ascend to a higher level, she failed at the final step. At that time, she believed she would certainly die. However, when she opened her eyes, she discovered herself in a different world, living as another Julia. It seemed the original Julia could not the truth that she was not the real heiress of the Harmon family and had taken pills to end her life. Julia used the word "seemed" because the details were unclear. She had absorbed almost all the new memories, except for those immediately preceding the original Julia's death, which remained murky. Before she could delve deeper into these memories, she was abruptly ousted by the Harmons. Lost in thought, Julia was jolted by the sudden ring of the phone in the quiet car. Despite inheriting the new memories, she was still adjusting to the modern technology in this world. After all, she'd been always living in the supernatural cultivation world. It was not until Cole glanced at her from the rearview mirror that she responded, pulling her phone from her pocket. The caller ID read 'Lydia Collins', the original Julia's agent. Answering the phone, Julia was immediately met with a barrage of angry accusations before she could utter a word. "Julia, I always thought that, despite your poor acting skills and bad temper, at least the Harmons were behind you. But now you're just a fake heiress! I'm being swamped with calls to cancel your endorsements. The company was already at a loss promoting you, and now, with this scandal, don't expect us to cover your breach of contract!" Lydia's tone was livid. Julia's response was calm, "What are you trying to say?" Endorsement? Breach of contract? Lydia's words were clear, but piecing them together was baffling for Julia. Lydia's fury escalated with Julia's question. "Do you still see yourself as a Harmon? You've breached a contract worth 3 million, and you must resolve it yourself. If you don't, be ready for jail time! Also, come to the office tomorrow at nine to sign the termination papers." The call ended with a beep, and Julia stared at the phone screen, her expression turning into one of dawning comprehension. Thanks to her keen intuition, Julia instantly understood the specifics of the breach of contract. She quickly opened several banking apps on her phone, but as the screen went dark again, her expression darkened. The original Julia had primarily used credit cards, which were now deactivated since she was no longer part of the Harmons. Effectively, she was left with less than 30 dollars. Instinctively, Julia's eyes turned to the man driving. Would he reject me if I change my mind to get the band card? Yet, as the car stopped at the mountain's base, she still remained quiet. Requesting the card would mean accepting a favour from the Harmons—a favour she did not want, especially since 75 thousand was not enough to cover 3 million. "Ms. Julia, I can only drop you off here. It looks like it's about to rain. There's a bus stop over there; you can take a bus from that point," Cole said, glancing at his watch, knowing he had to return quickly to pick up Mr. Harmon. Julia collected her luggage and walked over to the driver's side, tapping on the window. "Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Consider it a thank you for the ride down the mountain," she told Cole. "What?" Cole looked puzzled but did not dwell on her advice as he watched Julia head towards the bus stop. He started the car and sped back up the mountain. The sky grew darker. Cole arrived back on time, and as he pulled up, he saw Andrew Harmon stepping out of the Harmons' villa. Quickly getting out of the car, he opened the door for Andrew. "Mr. Harmon, are we going back to the company?" "Take me to Morning Light." Morning Light was the most prominent club in Sablewood, known for its enigmatic owner, a detail Cole knew through his association with Mr. Harmon. Cole nodded and steered the car down the mountain. Only minutes into their journey, the skies opened up, and rain began to pour heavily. The roads quickly became slippery. As the windshield wipers kicked into action, Cole found himself thinking of Julia's earlier warning as he watched the relentless downpour ahead. Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Cole eyed the tall trees along the road, instinctively adjusting his steering to keep a safe distance. Afterwards, he chided himself for being overly cautious. "Focus on what matters," Andrew's voice from the back seat snapped Cole back to attention. It seemed Andrew knew that he was the one driving Julia down the mountain. "Yes, Mr. Harmon," Cole responded. As he spoke, he remembered the bank card in his pocket. Before he could mention it, dark shapes flashed past, followed by a loud crash. A black luxury car skidded to a stop on the slick road. "Mr. Harmon! Are you okay, Mr. Harmon?" Andrew's expression was unreadable, his suit slightly creased from the incident. "Go take a look." "Okay." Nervously, Cole opened the car door, his hands trembling. The rain was relentless. Brushing the rain from his face, Cole saw a thick tree trunk that had hit the side of the car, its lush branches scraping the roof. Taking a sharp breath, Cole realised how close they had come to disaster, A few meters further, the trunk, not just branches, would have hit them. The damage to the car was minor, but any harm to Mr. Harmon could have been severe. Rushing to the side of the car, Cole reported, "Mr. Harmon, there's a slight dent in the roof, but that's all. Should I arrange another car to pick us up?" Andrew glanced at his watch and decided, "That won't be necessary." When the boss made a decision, it was final. Therefore, Cole did not argue. He quickly called the villa area's property management to clear the debris, restarted the car, and continued driving towards their destination. Chapter 2 Your Idol Is Your Real Brother On the bus, two young girls held their phones, sometimes glancing at Julia, then whispering to each other. Julia looked out the window, knowing they were looking at her. "Next stop, West Mountain Road. Passengers, please prepare to alight ... " The bus stopped beside the sign. Julia got off and went to the rain shelter. She still got a bit wet. She wasn't in a hurry, holding her suitcase and standing under the shelter. Nearby, two others stood under the shelter, also just got off the bus. One girl held her friend back. "Kelly, she's having it rough enough. Let's not ... " "She deserves it. Don't stop me." Kelly Powell shook off her friend's hand and walked to Julia. "Julia Harmon?" "Yes?" Julia turned when she heard her name. For a moment, Kelly was lost looking at Julia's face. Layla Owen followed her, staring at Julia. Seeing them quiet, Julia spoke, "Do you need something?" The girls snapped out of it, looking at each other. She's famed for her beauty for a reason. Sadly, it seemed her days in the spotlight were over. Thinking this, both girls felt sad. Kelly shook her head, remembering why she came. I came to give her a warning, not to fawn over her! "Julia, stay away from Christan. He let things go because you were a Harmon, but now ... you've been warned." At the end, Kelly's tone softened. She spared Julia from the heavy hitters. Julia didn't fully understand what she was saying but felt a hint of kindness. She smiled. "Thanks for the warning." Kelly blushed, stammering, "No ... no need to thank me, I just ... " In the next moment, Julia's face seemed closer to Kelly. Kelly held her breath without even thinking. For a long, full moment, Julia stared at Kelly's face. Then, a frown filled Julia's face. "What ... what are you doing?" Kelly looked around, unsure where to focus. She should have pushed Julia away, but her arms stayed limp by her sides. Julia stepped back, saying, "Don't you have a brother? Call him. He might be in trouble. If you don't, he'll lose his legs." The tension grew. Kelly stared at Julia like she was mad, her mouth twitching. Layla laughed awkwardly, "Kelly's an only child." Julia shook her head. "You have two brothers. One older, one younger." Kelly chuckled. She thought Julia had lost her mind. "Julia, my parents only have me." "Are your parents still alive?" If Julia hadn't looked so serious, Kelly would have slapped her. Julia continued, "From the details your face tell me, I can see your parents are gone." "Julia, I know you've had a tough time, but don't take it out on me." Kelly felt silly for starting this talk. "Call your adoptive parents." Julia's eyes were clear and steady, fixed on Kelly. Kelly wasn't sure why, but she dialled her mother's number. Soon, a voice answered. "Kelly, what's wrong?" Kelly wanted to hang up, but when she saw Julia's calm eyes, she hesitated. She had always wondered why she didn't look much like her parents. Neighbours would often say, "Kelly is pretty, but she doesn't look like anyone from the Powells." She had asked her mother once, who said Kelly took after her grandmother, skipping a generation. But when she saw pictures of her grandmother as a young woman, there was still little resemblance. Kelly bit her lip and asked, "Mum, am I your biological daughter?" There was a pause on the other end, followed by a rushed response, "Kelly, of course you're our daughter. Don't listen to what others say." Kelly had a good relationship with her parents and knew them well enough to sense something was off in her mother's tone. "Mum, are you hiding something from me?" There was a long silence. Then her mother asked, "Kelly, have your real parents found you?" Kelly didn't know what to say. She swallowed hard while Layla, standing next to her, widened her eyes in shock. "Someone said I have two brothers." "Kelly, your dad and I didn't mean to hide it from you. We just didn't know how you'd take it. We found you by the roadside." Years ago, when Mrs. Powell was diagnosed as infertile, the couple, still deeply in love, decided to adopt. A few days later, they found Kelly on the roadside. They felt Kelly was a gift from above, so they took her in and moved from Aspiria to Sablewood to give her a complete home. They didn't want her to know she had been abandoned. The rain was letting up. Julia, listening to the conversation, suddenly asked, "When you found Kelly, was there anything with her?" Kelly's adoptive mother paused, then there was rustling as she searched for something. "Yes, there was a jade bracelet with a little bell attached." The sound of the bell came through the phone. Julia asked Kelly, "Does this seem familiar to you?" Kelly frowned, not sure what Julia was getting at. Layla's eyes widened with sudden realisation. She nudged Kelly and said, "Kelly, remember? Christan once said his kidnapped sister had a jade bracelet with a little bell. And Christan is from Aspiria." Christan Jackson was a famous star. In just two years, he had gained millions of fans and won many awards. His good looks and strong presence had earned him the name "Christan" among fans, with some playfully calling him "Orange." He had often said that he joined the entertainment industry to find his lost sister. Both Kelly and Layla, being fans, had seen the photo of that bracelet many times. "No way. I can't be his sister ... " Kelly said, but her voice lacked confidence. This day felt more unreal than any day she had ever lived. First, she learned about her true identity, and now she found out that her real brother might be the star she had admired for two years. If someone had told her she was an alien, it might have seemed more believable. Chapter 3 Her Prediction Is Accurate! Two phones with the same model lay side by side, each showing a photo. Both pictures had a jade bracelet, dark green, with a small, gold bell. The only difference was in the way the bracelets were placed and the background in each photo. Kelly looked at her phone, then at Layla's, trying to find any difference between the bracelets, but she couldn't. Layla watched her friend, wanting to speak but hesitating. She turned to Julia, recalling Julia's words earlier. "You said Kelly's brother would be in trouble. Is that true?" Kelly, now reminded, thought about it. If Christan was her brother, then the person Julia mentioned must be Christan. Kelly gasped, thinking about Christan. He was a star known for singing and dancing. She couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost his legs. "There's no news about Christan online," Layla said, scrolling through her phone. If there was no news, either the information was being hidden, or no one knew yet. The latter seemed more likely. Layla looked up, "I emailed his studio." ... In Aspiria. Sapphie Historia had been at Christan's studio for six months, handling emails with another colleague. Most emails were fan letters or brand offers. As usual, she opened the inbox. Some fan letters had attachments, which she downloaded and reviewed. If they had useful content, she saved them. Brand offers were filtered and sent to Christan's manager, Deborah Mile. Ding! Another email arrived. The sender's nickname was 'Fan of Onstage Christan.' Sapphie recognised the name; this person often sent top-notch clips of Christan's performances, some of which the studio had used. But when she saw the email's subject line, she frowned. 'Christan's in trouble! Save him!' She thought the sender must be dreaming. If Christan had a problem, the studio would know first. They don't need someone else to tell them. Ding! Ding! Ding! More emails flooded in, all with the same urgent message. Sapphie stared at the row of emails. Even though she didn't believe it, she felt a twinge of unease. Might this be a prank? Suppressing her frustration, she trashed the emails. "Sapphie, your drink." A colleague handed her a cup of milk tea. Sapphie took it, jabbing the straw in sharply. Seeing her abruptness, the colleague asked, "What's up? Who's got you riled?" "That fan who sends performance clips," Sapphie replied. "Today, she's bombarding me with emails claiming Christan's in trouble. I think she might be jinxing him." "Really? Maybe she's a hater?" The colleague looked surprised. "You should tell Debbie about this. We've used her videos before. Something's fishy." "You're right." Sapphie realised and promptly called Deborah. Deborah had just finished showering when the call came. She stayed composed as Sapphie explained the situation. Then, she instructed, "Remove the videos we used from her. Keep the emails safe and send me copies of everything she's sent." After hanging up, Deborah dressed and messaged Christan. 'Vacation's over. You have a dining event at six. Don't be late.' Deborah descended and hopped into her car, but even as she started driving, Christan still hadn't replied. Deborah, puzzled, opened her texting app. Eight minutes had passed since her message, and there wasn't a single reply, which wasn't like Christan. He always responded quickly because he didn't want to overlook news about his missing sister. She hesitated before finally calling him. "Sorry, the person you are trying to reach is not available. Please try again later ... " This is odd. Christan had just finished his concert tour, and Deborah had given him three days off. During that time, they'd been in touch often about work. He always answered her calls. Thinking about the emails Sapphie mentioned, Deborah's face darkened. Had something really happened? ... The rain had stopped. Kelly and Layla stared anxiously at their phones, filled with concern. Julia, about to leave, noticed their expressions and halted. "Got any pictures of Christan? I could take another look," she offered. "Yes, we do!" Kelly and Layla replied together, opening a folder of Christan's photos in their albums. Julia reviewed several pictures, then sighed, "Is there any clearer photo without makeup?" The heavy makeup hid his natural features too much. Kelly tapped a photo quickly, "How about this one?" It was a blue background ID photo. Christan's features were striking, with a mole under his left eye. When this photo first came out, it caused a stir online and was praised as the "most beautiful ID photo." "Okay." Julia took Kelly's phone and studied it carefully. After a moment, she spoke, "He's somewhere in the northwest direction, with lots of cherry blossoms and hot springs. It's very dark around him, like he's under something." "Is that all?" Kelly listened to Julia's words, feeling a bit hopeless. It is too vague. How could they possibly locate him? Julia returned the phone. "Don't worry, pass this to the person who contacts you later. She'll find him. I must go." She nodded to Kelly and Layla, then turned and walked away with her suitcase. "Julia, wait ... " Kelly tried to stop her, but Layla's phone rang, interrupting them. It was an unknown number. Layla answered and heard a woman's urgent voice on the other end. "You claim Christan's in trouble? Where is he?" "Who's this?" Kelly asked. "I'm Deborah Mile, Christan's manager. We can't reach him now. If you know where he is, please tell us." "We don't know, but someone said he's in the northwest, surrounded by cherry blossoms and hot springs." 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📚📚The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia🥰👉Read a vast collection of novels with just one click. | An heiress of a wealthy family was thrust into an unfamiliar life. The supposedly dead young lady came back to life. Having lost her memory, she met a famous celebrity... --- Chapter 1 Fake Heiress? The sky was overcast. Julia Harmon wheeled a 20-inch suitcase out from the gates of the Harmon residence. Next to her, a man in a suit extended a silver bank card. "Ms. Julia, here is 75 thousand. Mr. Harmon asked me to give it to you as compensation." "No, thank you," Julia said without a glance at it. 75 thousand could not bring back a life. Cole Carter looked on in astonishment. Having served Mr. Harmon for many years, he knew Julia, Mr. Harmon's sister, very well. The Harmons were a wealthy and influential family. As their daughter, Julia had grown up with every luxury, always choosing the finest things. Yet, on her twentieth birthday, just yesterday, the Harmons publicly declared that Julia was merely a foster daughter and that their real daughter was someone else. Furthermore, they announced that Julia was now an adult and that they were no longer obligated to support her. Consequently, Julia was ousted from the home. Cole had thought Julia would never turn down the money. Yet she did, decisively and without hesitation. Cole observed Julia departing with her suitcase when a thought struck him. The forecast had called for rain in just over half an hour. They were in a mountain villa region devoid of taxis or public transport, and a drive down the mountain would take at least twenty minutes. Julia didn't have a car, so she was unable to finish the mountain road before the rain started. After a brief hesitation, Cole hurried after her. "Ms. Julia, let me give you a ride." This time, Julia accepted. Seated in the back of the car, Julia mulled over how everything had come to this. Previously, she was known as the one with the top supernatural power in the mysterious world she came from—the cultivation world. Just when she was about to ascend to a higher level, she failed at the final step. At that time, she believed she would certainly die. However, when she opened her eyes, she discovered herself in a different world, living as another Julia. It seemed the original Julia could not the truth that she was not the real heiress of the Harmon family and had taken pills to end her life. Julia used the word "seemed" because the details were unclear. She had absorbed almost all the new memories, except for those immediately preceding the original Julia's death, which remained murky. Before she could delve deeper into these memories, she was abruptly ousted by the Harmons. Lost in thought, Julia was jolted by the sudden ring of the phone in the quiet car. Despite inheriting the new memories, she was still adjusting to the modern technology in this world. After all, she'd been always living in the supernatural cultivation world. It was not until Cole glanced at her from the rearview mirror that she responded, pulling her phone from her pocket. The caller ID read 'Lydia Collins', the original Julia's agent. Answering the phone, Julia was immediately met with a barrage of angry accusations before she could utter a word. "Julia, I always thought that, despite your poor acting skills and bad temper, at least the Harmons were behind you. But now you're just a fake heiress! I'm being swamped with calls to cancel your endorsements. The company was already at a loss promoting you, and now, with this scandal, don't expect us to cover your breach of contract!" Lydia's tone was livid. Julia's response was calm, "What are you trying to say?" Endorsement? Breach of contract? Lydia's words were clear, but piecing them together was baffling for Julia. Lydia's fury escalated with Julia's question. "Do you still see yourself as a Harmon? You've breached a contract worth 3 million, and you must resolve it yourself. If you don't, be ready for jail time! Also, come to the office tomorrow at nine to sign the termination papers." The call ended with a beep, and Julia stared at the phone screen, her expression turning into one of dawning comprehension. Thanks to her keen intuition, Julia instantly understood the specifics of the breach of contract. She quickly opened several banking apps on her phone, but as the screen went dark again, her expression darkened. The original Julia had primarily used credit cards, which were now deactivated since she was no longer part of the Harmons. Effectively, she was left with less than 30 dollars. Instinctively, Julia's eyes turned to the man driving. Would he reject me if I change my mind to get the band card? Yet, as the car stopped at the mountain's base, she still remained quiet. Requesting the card would mean accepting a favour from the Harmons—a favour she did not want, especially since 75 thousand was not enough to cover 3 million. "Ms. Julia, I can only drop you off here. It looks like it's about to rain. There's a bus stop over there; you can take a bus from that point," Cole said, glancing at his watch, knowing he had to return quickly to pick up Mr. Harmon. Julia collected her luggage and walked over to the driver's side, tapping on the window. "Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Consider it a thank you for the ride down the mountain," she told Cole. "What?" Cole looked puzzled but did not dwell on her advice as he watched Julia head towards the bus stop. He started the car and sped back up the mountain. The sky grew darker. Cole arrived back on time, and as he pulled up, he saw Andrew Harmon stepping out of the Harmons' villa. Quickly getting out of the car, he opened the door for Andrew. "Mr. Harmon, are we going back to the company?" "Take me to Morning Light." Morning Light was the most prominent club in Sablewood, known for its enigmatic owner, a detail Cole knew through his association with Mr. Harmon. Cole nodded and steered the car down the mountain. Only minutes into their journey, the skies opened up, and rain began to pour heavily. The roads quickly became slippery. As the windshield wipers kicked into action, Cole found himself thinking of Julia's earlier warning as he watched the relentless downpour ahead. Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Cole eyed the tall trees along the road, instinctively adjusting his steering to keep a safe distance. Afterwards, he chided himself for being overly cautious. "Focus on what matters," Andrew's voice from the back seat snapped Cole back to attention. It seemed Andrew knew that he was the one driving Julia down the mountain. "Yes, Mr. Harmon," Cole responded. As he spoke, he remembered the bank card in his pocket. Before he could mention it, dark shapes flashed past, followed by a loud crash. A black luxury car skidded to a stop on the slick road. "Mr. Harmon! Are you okay, Mr. Harmon?" Andrew's expression was unreadable, his suit slightly creased from the incident. "Go take a look." "Okay." Nervously, Cole opened the car door, his hands trembling. The rain was relentless. Brushing the rain from his face, Cole saw a thick tree trunk that had hit the side of the car, its lush branches scraping the roof. Taking a sharp breath, Cole realised how close they had come to disaster, A few meters further, the trunk, not just branches, would have hit them. The damage to the car was minor, but any harm to Mr. Harmon could have been severe. Rushing to the side of the car, Cole reported, "Mr. Harmon, there's a slight dent in the roof, but that's all. Should I arrange another car to pick us up?" Andrew glanced at his watch and decided, "That won't be necessary." When the boss made a decision, it was final. Therefore, Cole did not argue. He quickly called the villa area's property management to clear the debris, restarted the car, and continued driving towards their destination. Chapter 2 Your Idol Is Your Real Brother On the bus, two young girls held their phones, sometimes glancing at Julia, then whispering to each other. Julia looked out the window, knowing they were looking at her. "Next stop, West Mountain Road. Passengers, please prepare to alight ... " The bus stopped beside the sign. Julia got off and went to the rain shelter. She still got a bit wet. She wasn't in a hurry, holding her suitcase and standing under the shelter. Nearby, two others stood under the shelter, also just got off the bus. One girl held her friend back. "Kelly, she's having it rough enough. Let's not ... " "She deserves it. Don't stop me." Kelly Powell shook off her friend's hand and walked to Julia. "Julia Harmon?" "Yes?" Julia turned when she heard her name. For a moment, Kelly was lost looking at Julia's face. Layla Owen followed her, staring at Julia. Seeing them quiet, Julia spoke, "Do you need something?" The girls snapped out of it, looking at each other. She's famed for her beauty for a reason. Sadly, it seemed her days in the spotlight were over. Thinking this, both girls felt sad. Kelly shook her head, remembering why she came. I came to give her a warning, not to fawn over her! "Julia, stay away from Christan. He let things go because you were a Harmon, but now ... you've been warned." At the end, Kelly's tone softened. She spared Julia from the heavy hitters. Julia didn't fully understand what she was saying but felt a hint of kindness. She smiled. "Thanks for the warning." Kelly blushed, stammering, "No ... no need to thank me, I just ... " In the next moment, Julia's face seemed closer to Kelly. Kelly held her breath without even thinking. For a long, full moment, Julia stared at Kelly's face. Then, a frown filled Julia's face. "What ... what are you doing?" Kelly looked around, unsure where to focus. She should have pushed Julia away, but her arms stayed limp by her sides. Julia stepped back, saying, "Don't you have a brother? Call him. He might be in trouble. If you don't, he'll lose his legs." The tension grew. Kelly stared at Julia like she was mad, her mouth twitching. Layla laughed awkwardly, "Kelly's an only child." Julia shook her head. "You have two brothers. One older, one younger." Kelly chuckled. She thought Julia had lost her mind. "Julia, my parents only have me." "Are your parents still alive?" If Julia hadn't looked so serious, Kelly would have slapped her. Julia continued, "From the details your face tell me, I can see your parents are gone." "Julia, I know you've had a tough time, but don't take it out on me." Kelly felt silly for starting this talk. "Call your adoptive parents." Julia's eyes were clear and steady, fixed on Kelly. Kelly wasn't sure why, but she dialled her mother's number. Soon, a voice answered. "Kelly, what's wrong?" Kelly wanted to hang up, but when she saw Julia's calm eyes, she hesitated. She had always wondered why she didn't look much like her parents. Neighbours would often say, "Kelly is pretty, but she doesn't look like anyone from the Powells." She had asked her mother once, who said Kelly took after her grandmother, skipping a generation. But when she saw pictures of her grandmother as a young woman, there was still little resemblance. Kelly bit her lip and asked, "Mum, am I your biological daughter?" There was a pause on the other end, followed by a rushed response, "Kelly, of course you're our daughter. Don't listen to what others say." Kelly had a good relationship with her parents and knew them well enough to sense something was off in her mother's tone. "Mum, are you hiding something from me?" There was a long silence. Then her mother asked, "Kelly, have your real parents found you?" Kelly didn't know what to say. She swallowed hard while Layla, standing next to her, widened her eyes in shock. "Someone said I have two brothers." "Kelly, your dad and I didn't mean to hide it from you. We just didn't know how you'd take it. We found you by the roadside." Years ago, when Mrs. Powell was diagnosed as infertile, the couple, still deeply in love, decided to adopt. A few days later, they found Kelly on the roadside. They felt Kelly was a gift from above, so they took her in and moved from Aspiria to Sablewood to give her a complete home. They didn't want her to know she had been abandoned. The rain was letting up. Julia, listening to the conversation, suddenly asked, "When you found Kelly, was there anything with her?" Kelly's adoptive mother paused, then there was rustling as she searched for something. "Yes, there was a jade bracelet with a little bell attached." The sound of the bell came through the phone. Julia asked Kelly, "Does this seem familiar to you?" Kelly frowned, not sure what Julia was getting at. Layla's eyes widened with sudden realisation. She nudged Kelly and said, "Kelly, remember? Christan once said his kidnapped sister had a jade bracelet with a little bell. And Christan is from Aspiria." Christan Jackson was a famous star. In just two years, he had gained millions of fans and won many awards. His good looks and strong presence had earned him the name "Christan" among fans, with some playfully calling him "Orange." He had often said that he joined the entertainment industry to find his lost sister. Both Kelly and Layla, being fans, had seen the photo of that bracelet many times. "No way. I can't be his sister ... " Kelly said, but her voice lacked confidence. This day felt more unreal than any day she had ever lived. First, she learned about her true identity, and now she found out that her real brother might be the star she had admired for two years. If someone had told her she was an alien, it might have seemed more believable. Chapter 3 Her Prediction Is Accurate! Two phones with the same model lay side by side, each showing a photo. Both pictures had a jade bracelet, dark green, with a small, gold bell. The only difference was in the way the bracelets were placed and the background in each photo. Kelly looked at her phone, then at Layla's, trying to find any difference between the bracelets, but she couldn't. Layla watched her friend, wanting to speak but hesitating. She turned to Julia, recalling Julia's words earlier. "You said Kelly's brother would be in trouble. Is that true?" Kelly, now reminded, thought about it. If Christan was her brother, then the person Julia mentioned must be Christan. Kelly gasped, thinking about Christan. He was a star known for singing and dancing. She couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost his legs. "There's no news about Christan online," Layla said, scrolling through her phone. If there was no news, either the information was being hidden, or no one knew yet. The latter seemed more likely. Layla looked up, "I emailed his studio." ... In Aspiria. Sapphie Historia had been at Christan's studio for six months, handling emails with another colleague. Most emails were fan letters or brand offers. As usual, she opened the inbox. Some fan letters had attachments, which she downloaded and reviewed. If they had useful content, she saved them. Brand offers were filtered and sent to Christan's manager, Deborah Mile. Ding! Another email arrived. The sender's nickname was 'Fan of Onstage Christan.' Sapphie recognised the name; this person often sent top-notch clips of Christan's performances, some of which the studio had used. But when she saw the email's subject line, she frowned. 'Christan's in trouble! Save him!' She thought the sender must be dreaming. If Christan had a problem, the studio would know first. They don't need someone else to tell them. Ding! Ding! Ding! More emails flooded in, all with the same urgent message. Sapphie stared at the row of emails. Even though she didn't believe it, she felt a twinge of unease. Might this be a prank? Suppressing her frustration, she trashed the emails. "Sapphie, your drink." A colleague handed her a cup of milk tea. Sapphie took it, jabbing the straw in sharply. Seeing her abruptness, the colleague asked, "What's up? Who's got you riled?" "That fan who sends performance clips," Sapphie replied. "Today, she's bombarding me with emails claiming Christan's in trouble. I think she might be jinxing him." "Really? Maybe she's a hater?" The colleague looked surprised. "You should tell Debbie about this. We've used her videos before. Something's fishy." "You're right." Sapphie realised and promptly called Deborah. Deborah had just finished showering when the call came. She stayed composed as Sapphie explained the situation. Then, she instructed, "Remove the videos we used from her. Keep the emails safe and send me copies of everything she's sent." After hanging up, Deborah dressed and messaged Christan. 'Vacation's over. You have a dining event at six. Don't be late.' Deborah descended and hopped into her car, but even as she started driving, Christan still hadn't replied. Deborah, puzzled, opened her texting app. Eight minutes had passed since her message, and there wasn't a single reply, which wasn't like Christan. He always responded quickly because he didn't want to overlook news about his missing sister. She hesitated before finally calling him. "Sorry, the person you are trying to reach is not available. Please try again later ... " This is odd. Christan had just finished his concert tour, and Deborah had given him three days off. During that time, they'd been in touch often about work. He always answered her calls. Thinking about the emails Sapphie mentioned, Deborah's face darkened. Had something really happened? ... The rain had stopped. Kelly and Layla stared anxiously at their phones, filled with concern. Julia, about to leave, noticed their expressions and halted. "Got any pictures of Christan? I could take another look," she offered. "Yes, we do!" Kelly and Layla replied together, opening a folder of Christan's photos in their albums. Julia reviewed several pictures, then sighed, "Is there any clearer photo without makeup?" The heavy makeup hid his natural features too much. Kelly tapped a photo quickly, "How about this one?" It was a blue background ID photo. Christan's features were striking, with a mole under his left eye. When this photo first came out, it caused a stir online and was praised as the "most beautiful ID photo." "Okay." Julia took Kelly's phone and studied it carefully. After a moment, she spoke, "He's somewhere in the northwest direction, with lots of cherry blossoms and hot springs. It's very dark around him, like he's under something." "Is that all?" Kelly listened to Julia's words, feeling a bit hopeless. It is too vague. How could they possibly locate him? Julia returned the phone. "Don't worry, pass this to the person who contacts you later. She'll find him. I must go." She nodded to Kelly and Layla, then turned and walked away with her suitcase. "Julia, wait ... " Kelly tried to stop her, but Layla's phone rang, interrupting them. It was an unknown number. Layla answered and heard a woman's urgent voice on the other end. "You claim Christan's in trouble? Where is he?" "Who's this?" Kelly asked. "I'm Deborah Mile, Christan's manager. We can't reach him now. If you know where he is, please tell us." "We don't know, but someone said he's in the northwest, surrounded by cherry blossoms and hot springs." Hearing it was Deborah, Kelly quickly relayed everything Julia had said. At first, Deborah thought Kelly was joking, but then something clicked, and her expression changed. "Send someone to Mount Jade Sanatorium!" --- Read “The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia ”, click to enter. 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📚📚The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia🥰👉Read a vast collection of novels with just one click. | An heiress of a wealthy family was thrust into an unfamiliar life. The supposedly dead young lady came back to life. Having lost her memory, she met a famous celebrity... --- Chapter 1 Fake Heiress? The sky was overcast. Julia Harmon wheeled a 20-inch suitcase out from the gates of the Harmon residence. Next to her, a man in a suit extended a silver bank card. "Ms. Julia, here is 75 thousand. Mr. Harmon asked me to give it to you as compensation." "No, thank you," Julia said without a glance at it. 75 thousand could not bring back a life. Cole Carter looked on in astonishment. Having served Mr. Harmon for many years, he knew Julia, Mr. Harmon's sister, very well. The Harmons were a wealthy and influential family. As their daughter, Julia had grown up with every luxury, always choosing the finest things. Yet, on her twentieth birthday, just yesterday, the Harmons publicly declared that Julia was merely a foster daughter and that their real daughter was someone else. Furthermore, they announced that Julia was now an adult and that they were no longer obligated to support her. Consequently, Julia was ousted from the home. Cole had thought Julia would never turn down the money. Yet she did, decisively and without hesitation. Cole observed Julia departing with her suitcase when a thought struck him. The forecast had called for rain in just over half an hour. They were in a mountain villa region devoid of taxis or public transport, and a drive down the mountain would take at least twenty minutes. Julia didn't have a car, so she was unable to finish the mountain road before the rain started. After a brief hesitation, Cole hurried after her. "Ms. Julia, let me give you a ride." This time, Julia accepted. Seated in the back of the car, Julia mulled over how everything had come to this. Previously, she was known as the one with the top supernatural power in the mysterious world she came from—the cultivation world. Just when she was about to ascend to a higher level, she failed at the final step. At that time, she believed she would certainly die. However, when she opened her eyes, she discovered herself in a different world, living as another Julia. It seemed the original Julia could not the truth that she was not the real heiress of the Harmon family and had taken pills to end her life. Julia used the word "seemed" because the details were unclear. She had absorbed almost all the new memories, except for those immediately preceding the original Julia's death, which remained murky. Before she could delve deeper into these memories, she was abruptly ousted by the Harmons. Lost in thought, Julia was jolted by the sudden ring of the phone in the quiet car. Despite inheriting the new memories, she was still adjusting to the modern technology in this world. After all, she'd been always living in the supernatural cultivation world. It was not until Cole glanced at her from the rearview mirror that she responded, pulling her phone from her pocket. The caller ID read 'Lydia Collins', the original Julia's agent. Answering the phone, Julia was immediately met with a barrage of angry accusations before she could utter a word. "Julia, I always thought that, despite your poor acting skills and bad temper, at least the Harmons were behind you. But now you're just a fake heiress! I'm being swamped with calls to cancel your endorsements. The company was already at a loss promoting you, and now, with this scandal, don't expect us to cover your breach of contract!" Lydia's tone was livid. Julia's response was calm, "What are you trying to say?" Endorsement? Breach of contract? Lydia's words were clear, but piecing them together was baffling for Julia. Lydia's fury escalated with Julia's question. "Do you still see yourself as a Harmon? You've breached a contract worth 3 million, and you must resolve it yourself. If you don't, be ready for jail time! Also, come to the office tomorrow at nine to sign the termination papers." The call ended with a beep, and Julia stared at the phone screen, her expression turning into one of dawning comprehension. Thanks to her keen intuition, Julia instantly understood the specifics of the breach of contract. She quickly opened several banking apps on her phone, but as the screen went dark again, her expression darkened. The original Julia had primarily used credit cards, which were now deactivated since she was no longer part of the Harmons. Effectively, she was left with less than 30 dollars. Instinctively, Julia's eyes turned to the man driving. Would he reject me if I change my mind to get the band card? Yet, as the car stopped at the mountain's base, she still remained quiet. Requesting the card would mean accepting a favour from the Harmons—a favour she did not want, especially since 75 thousand was not enough to cover 3 million. "Ms. Julia, I can only drop you off here. It looks like it's about to rain. There's a bus stop over there; you can take a bus from that point," Cole said, glancing at his watch, knowing he had to return quickly to pick up Mr. Harmon. Julia collected her luggage and walked over to the driver's side, tapping on the window. "Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Consider it a thank you for the ride down the mountain," she told Cole. "What?" Cole looked puzzled but did not dwell on her advice as he watched Julia head towards the bus stop. He started the car and sped back up the mountain. The sky grew darker. Cole arrived back on time, and as he pulled up, he saw Andrew Harmon stepping out of the Harmons' villa. Quickly getting out of the car, he opened the door for Andrew. "Mr. Harmon, are we going back to the company?" "Take me to Morning Light." Morning Light was the most prominent club in Sablewood, known for its enigmatic owner, a detail Cole knew through his association with Mr. Harmon. Cole nodded and steered the car down the mountain. Only minutes into their journey, the skies opened up, and rain began to pour heavily. The roads quickly became slippery. As the windshield wipers kicked into action, Cole found himself thinking of Julia's earlier warning as he watched the relentless downpour ahead. Keep a safe distance from the roadside trees while driving today. Cole eyed the tall trees along the road, instinctively adjusting his steering to keep a safe distance. Afterwards, he chided himself for being overly cautious. "Focus on what matters," Andrew's voice from the back seat snapped Cole back to attention. It seemed Andrew knew that he was the one driving Julia down the mountain. "Yes, Mr. Harmon," Cole responded. As he spoke, he remembered the bank card in his pocket. Before he could mention it, dark shapes flashed past, followed by a loud crash. A black luxury car skidded to a stop on the slick road. "Mr. Harmon! Are you okay, Mr. Harmon?" Andrew's expression was unreadable, his suit slightly creased from the incident. "Go take a look." "Okay." Nervously, Cole opened the car door, his hands trembling. The rain was relentless. Brushing the rain from his face, Cole saw a thick tree trunk that had hit the side of the car, its lush branches scraping the roof. Taking a sharp breath, Cole realised how close they had come to disaster, A few meters further, the trunk, not just branches, would have hit them. The damage to the car was minor, but any harm to Mr. Harmon could have been severe. Rushing to the side of the car, Cole reported, "Mr. Harmon, there's a slight dent in the roof, but that's all. Should I arrange another car to pick us up?" Andrew glanced at his watch and decided, "That won't be necessary." When the boss made a decision, it was final. Therefore, Cole did not argue. He quickly called the villa area's property management to clear the debris, restarted the car, and continued driving towards their destination. Chapter 2 Your Idol Is Your Real Brother On the bus, two young girls held their phones, sometimes glancing at Julia, then whispering to each other. Julia looked out the window, knowing they were looking at her. "Next stop, West Mountain Road. Passengers, please prepare to alight ... " The bus stopped beside the sign. Julia got off and went to the rain shelter. She still got a bit wet. She wasn't in a hurry, holding her suitcase and standing under the shelter. Nearby, two others stood under the shelter, also just got off the bus. One girl held her friend back. "Kelly, she's having it rough enough. Let's not ... " "She deserves it. Don't stop me." Kelly Powell shook off her friend's hand and walked to Julia. "Julia Harmon?" "Yes?" Julia turned when she heard her name. For a moment, Kelly was lost looking at Julia's face. Layla Owen followed her, staring at Julia. Seeing them quiet, Julia spoke, "Do you need something?" The girls snapped out of it, looking at each other. She's famed for her beauty for a reason. Sadly, it seemed her days in the spotlight were over. Thinking this, both girls felt sad. Kelly shook her head, remembering why she came. I came to give her a warning, not to fawn over her! "Julia, stay away from Christan. He let things go because you were a Harmon, but now ... you've been warned." At the end, Kelly's tone softened. She spared Julia from the heavy hitters. Julia didn't fully understand what she was saying but felt a hint of kindness. She smiled. "Thanks for the warning." Kelly blushed, stammering, "No ... no need to thank me, I just ... " In the next moment, Julia's face seemed closer to Kelly. Kelly held her breath without even thinking. For a long, full moment, Julia stared at Kelly's face. Then, a frown filled Julia's face. "What ... what are you doing?" Kelly looked around, unsure where to focus. She should have pushed Julia away, but her arms stayed limp by her sides. Julia stepped back, saying, "Don't you have a brother? Call him. He might be in trouble. If you don't, he'll lose his legs." The tension grew. Kelly stared at Julia like she was mad, her mouth twitching. Layla laughed awkwardly, "Kelly's an only child." Julia shook her head. "You have two brothers. One older, one younger." Kelly chuckled. She thought Julia had lost her mind. "Julia, my parents only have me." "Are your parents still alive?" If Julia hadn't looked so serious, Kelly would have slapped her. Julia continued, "From the details your face tell me, I can see your parents are gone." "Julia, I know you've had a tough time, but don't take it out on me." Kelly felt silly for starting this talk. "Call your adoptive parents." Julia's eyes were clear and steady, fixed on Kelly. Kelly wasn't sure why, but she dialled her mother's number. Soon, a voice answered. "Kelly, what's wrong?" Kelly wanted to hang up, but when she saw Julia's calm eyes, she hesitated. She had always wondered why she didn't look much like her parents. Neighbours would often say, "Kelly is pretty, but she doesn't look like anyone from the Powells." She had asked her mother once, who said Kelly took after her grandmother, skipping a generation. But when she saw pictures of her grandmother as a young woman, there was still little resemblance. Kelly bit her lip and asked, "Mum, am I your biological daughter?" There was a pause on the other end, followed by a rushed response, "Kelly, of course you're our daughter. Don't listen to what others say." Kelly had a good relationship with her parents and knew them well enough to sense something was off in her mother's tone. "Mum, are you hiding something from me?" There was a long silence. Then her mother asked, "Kelly, have your real parents found you?" Kelly didn't know what to say. She swallowed hard while Layla, standing next to her, widened her eyes in shock. "Someone said I have two brothers." "Kelly, your dad and I didn't mean to hide it from you. We just didn't know how you'd take it. We found you by the roadside." Years ago, when Mrs. Powell was diagnosed as infertile, the couple, still deeply in love, decided to adopt. A few days later, they found Kelly on the roadside. They felt Kelly was a gift from above, so they took her in and moved from Aspiria to Sablewood to give her a complete home. They didn't want her to know she had been abandoned. The rain was letting up. Julia, listening to the conversation, suddenly asked, "When you found Kelly, was there anything with her?" Kelly's adoptive mother paused, then there was rustling as she searched for something. "Yes, there was a jade bracelet with a little bell attached." The sound of the bell came through the phone. Julia asked Kelly, "Does this seem familiar to you?" Kelly frowned, not sure what Julia was getting at. Layla's eyes widened with sudden realisation. She nudged Kelly and said, "Kelly, remember? Christan once said his kidnapped sister had a jade bracelet with a little bell. And Christan is from Aspiria." Christan Jackson was a famous star. In just two years, he had gained millions of fans and won many awards. His good looks and strong presence had earned him the name "Christan" among fans, with some playfully calling him "Orange." He had often said that he joined the entertainment industry to find his lost sister. Both Kelly and Layla, being fans, had seen the photo of that bracelet many times. "No way. I can't be his sister ... " Kelly said, but her voice lacked confidence. This day felt more unreal than any day she had ever lived. First, she learned about her true identity, and now she found out that her real brother might be the star she had admired for two years. If someone had told her she was an alien, it might have seemed more believable. Chapter 3 Her Prediction Is Accurate! Two phones with the same model lay side by side, each showing a photo. Both pictures had a jade bracelet, dark green, with a small, gold bell. The only difference was in the way the bracelets were placed and the background in each photo. Kelly looked at her phone, then at Layla's, trying to find any difference between the bracelets, but she couldn't. Layla watched her friend, wanting to speak but hesitating. She turned to Julia, recalling Julia's words earlier. "You said Kelly's brother would be in trouble. Is that true?" Kelly, now reminded, thought about it. If Christan was her brother, then the person Julia mentioned must be Christan. Kelly gasped, thinking about Christan. He was a star known for singing and dancing. She couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost his legs. "There's no news about Christan online," Layla said, scrolling through her phone. If there was no news, either the information was being hidden, or no one knew yet. The latter seemed more likely. Layla looked up, "I emailed his studio." ... In Aspiria. Sapphie Historia had been at Christan's studio for six months, handling emails with another colleague. Most emails were fan letters or brand offers. As usual, she opened the inbox. Some fan letters had attachments, which she downloaded and reviewed. If they had useful content, she saved them. Brand offers were filtered and sent to Christan's manager, Deborah Mile. Ding! Another email arrived. The sender's nickname was 'Fan of Onstage Christan.' Sapphie recognised the name; this person often sent top-notch clips of Christan's performances, some of which the studio had used. But when she saw the email's subject line, she frowned. 'Christan's in trouble! Save him!' She thought the sender must be dreaming. If Christan had a problem, the studio would know first. They don't need someone else to tell them. Ding! Ding! Ding! More emails flooded in, all with the same urgent message. Sapphie stared at the row of emails. Even though she didn't believe it, she felt a twinge of unease. Might this be a prank? Suppressing her frustration, she trashed the emails. "Sapphie, your drink." A colleague handed her a cup of milk tea. Sapphie took it, jabbing the straw in sharply. Seeing her abruptness, the colleague asked, "What's up? Who's got you riled?" "That fan who sends performance clips," Sapphie replied. "Today, she's bombarding me with emails claiming Christan's in trouble. I think she might be jinxing him." "Really? Maybe she's a hater?" The colleague looked surprised. "You should tell Debbie about this. We've used her videos before. Something's fishy." "You're right." Sapphie realised and promptly called Deborah. Deborah had just finished showering when the call came. She stayed composed as Sapphie explained the situation. Then, she instructed, "Remove the videos we used from her. Keep the emails safe and send me copies of everything she's sent." After hanging up, Deborah dressed and messaged Christan. 'Vacation's over. You have a dining event at six. Don't be late.' Deborah descended and hopped into her car, but even as she started driving, Christan still hadn't replied. Deborah, puzzled, opened her texting app. Eight minutes had passed since her message, and there wasn't a single reply, which wasn't like Christan. He always responded quickly because he didn't want to overlook news about his missing sister. She hesitated before finally calling him. "Sorry, the person you are trying to reach is not available. Please try again later ... " This is odd. Christan had just finished his concert tour, and Deborah had given him three days off. During that time, they'd been in touch often about work. He always answered her calls. Thinking about the emails Sapphie mentioned, Deborah's face darkened. Had something really happened? ... The rain had stopped. Kelly and Layla stared anxiously at their phones, filled with concern. Julia, about to leave, noticed their expressions and halted. "Got any pictures of Christan? I could take another look," she offered. "Yes, we do!" Kelly and Layla replied together, opening a folder of Christan's photos in their albums. Julia reviewed several pictures, then sighed, "Is there any clearer photo without makeup?" The heavy makeup hid his natural features too much. Kelly tapped a photo quickly, "How about this one?" It was a blue background ID photo. Christan's features were striking, with a mole under his left eye. When this photo first came out, it caused a stir online and was praised as the "most beautiful ID photo." "Okay." Julia took Kelly's phone and studied it carefully. After a moment, she spoke, "He's somewhere in the northwest direction, with lots of cherry blossoms and hot springs. It's very dark around him, like he's under something." "Is that all?" Kelly listened to Julia's words, feeling a bit hopeless. It is too vague. How could they possibly locate him? Julia returned the phone. "Don't worry, pass this to the person who contacts you later. She'll find him. I must go." She nodded to Kelly and Layla, then turned and walked away with her suitcase. "Julia, wait ... " Kelly tried to stop her, but Layla's phone rang, interrupting them. It was an unknown number. Layla answered and heard a woman's urgent voice on the other end. "You claim Christan's in trouble? Where is he?" "Who's this?" Kelly asked. "I'm Deborah Mile, Christan's manager. We can't reach him now. If you know where he is, please tell us." "We don't know, but someone said he's in the northwest, surrounded by cherry blossoms and hot springs." Hearing it was Deborah, Kelly quickly relayed everything Julia had said. At first, Deborah thought Kelly was joking, but then something clicked, and her expression changed. "Send someone to Mount Jade Sanatorium!" --- Read “The Hilarious Livestream of Fortune Teller Julia ”, click to enter. 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Yes | 2024-11-10 18:51 | active | 1760 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | https://www.pageab.net/Ya | FDA Approved lose weight | https://www.facebook.com/61563051133795/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | www.pageab.net | VIDEO | https://www.pageab.net/Ya | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465985047_597046606113449_1873806424968920660_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uv6v1Za2jbkQ7kNvgFg1u5R&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AnsNSqlwrjXmzT_ySNaWUOs&oh=00_AYAsazB8FAUWSqMtWSzcwX0I98GOJmdxYPUKU1p9mC8ZTQ&oe=67371C3D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | FDA Approved lose weight | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-11-10 18:51 | active | 1760 | 0 | Classic $hit.. #RotationMandatory #On #All #Platforms Let’s Goo!! @malachi.lifeisart @bobbydigital.media @onshotsmedia @07sincere @m2thakshow @grittyboymack #Artist #Music 💯 | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/livin_rm | Livin rm | https://www.facebook.com/YoungPLivinProof/ | 416 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/livin_rm | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466373892_480857821628303_5522554807041710290_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=TdBW66_jUtkQ7kNvgF9Fut7&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AnsNSqlwrjXmzT_ySNaWUOs&oh=00_AYA4HcwI7O1wu6oziE9u5pBXPsDIX5_jOIvSC8krqXouEw&oe=67371915 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Livin rm | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-11-10 18:51 | active | 1760 | 0 | It’s Kellz✨ | Move like your vibe is a privilege to fuck with! #ImOneofThoseOnesInRealLife | Kelly Davis | https://www.facebook.com/kelly.holsey/ | 743 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466123437_478009595290861_3706033832426740795_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=bkW6dkNw9rQQ7kNvgGRjcSM&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AnsNSqlwrjXmzT_ySNaWUOs&oh=00_AYCIWoX8MbGPX5qpSZjdQT97vkJjeSkjrqth4XNvXdVjCA&oe=67370E59 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Davis | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos Finally Open Up About the Struggles in Their Relationship | Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos open up about the difficulties they've faced after years of marriage | LEARN_MORE | https://bridesblush.com/trends/kelly-ripa-mark-con | Style Wait | https://www.facebook.com/61552284218834/ | 497 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | bridesblush.com | DCO | Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos Finally Open Up About the Struggles in Their Relationship | https://bridesblush.com/trends/kelly-ripa-mark-consuelos-syn/?utm_source=Facebook&utm_campaign=Kelly%20Mark%20Open%20Up%201011%20SBA%20Dynamic%20Nitido%20-%206983%20-%20AdCeptive%20Media%20FZCO%20-%20Pubplus%206%2095d4%20-%20Unknown%20USA%20FB%20ACM&network_code=ACM&utm_term=content&v=3 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466067821_1247239696324336_4201779891219248118_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SswPR3ErjzkQ7kNvgHM3m7M&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AnsNSqlwrjXmzT_ySNaWUOs&oh=00_AYAwR9eErKBAdWEQ5ZtjEyUJthK5vesxIX6pc0erz8QK5Q&oe=6737188B | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Style Wait | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Want to play in my garden? 😏 | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/tiffanykellytv | Tiffany Kelly Offical | https://www.facebook.com/TiffanyKellysWorld/ | 6 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | http://instagram.com/tiffanykellytv | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466132847_2239270713119420_1576550187068495475_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SXlFI_dwkywQ7kNvgFfgJT4&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ARsRlhpAq3bZ4VcFaHTpgQJ&oh=00_AYDKdpBNodatKF8ndgetZfcXFUIMS7pw1m5Zxdclr7TSEw&oe=67371DD1 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Tiffany Kelly Offical | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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High End Gray Sofa - Excellent Condition! | High End Gray Sofa - Excellent Condition! - $550.00 Barely used beautiful and comfy sofa in gray. It was purchased new a couple years ago and was almost never used. I'm changing out my furniture for a different layout. It's available if it's listed, pickup only. https://www.homelivingfurniture.com/i261330/515521-5132aa-a-r-t-furniture-st-germain-living-room-sofa Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/571242922021 | Kelly Rickards | https://www.facebook.com/Kelly-Rickards-107070975110725/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | IMAGE | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/571242922021822/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | REGULAR_PAGE | 1 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Rickards | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Deer processing | Deer processing - $110.00 Processing cut wrapped boneless steak roast open November 1 can add beef or pork -Deer caping extra service $30  deer will be processed based on weather conditions Typical turnaround time 2 days. Our service guarantees you to get your dear and not another individuals! Call text the number on the card Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/435263195941 | Travis Kelly | https://www.facebook.com/Travis-Kelly-100435424890731/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | IMAGE | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/435263195941802/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | REGULAR_PAGE | 1 | 1 | 0 | Travis Kelly | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/opyumexpresseast | opyumexpresseast | https://www.instagram.com/_u/opyumexpresseast | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/opyumexpresseast | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/384301925_1996009854095317_8373893908513348245_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=6KncOKY4M1AQ7kNvgETDlBO&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBJQPeCY33Bm-wL7uzS8CnJOiyNO78J6E26znZpf0ENPQ&oe=67372B32 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | opyumexpresseast | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/jenncraftsndecor | Crafts & Decor By Jenn | https://www.facebook.com/craftsn.decorbyjenn/ | 36 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/jenncraftsndecor | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465984806_27748665491414409_7526504974818987546_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SFJ4EfKgDHMQ7kNvgEXlp35&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARsRlhpAq3bZ4VcFaHTpgQJ&oh=00_AYAfJQ-P5M2KN8YtACWcezXMBS9CWr0ovZGAJ5T3LgNXRA&oe=67372575 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Crafts & Decor By Jenn | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/jenncraftsndecor | Crafts & Decor By Jenn | https://www.facebook.com/craftsn.decorbyjenn/ | 36 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/jenncraftsndecor | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465984806_27748665491414409_7526504974818987546_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SFJ4EfKgDHMQ7kNvgEXlp35&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARsRlhpAq3bZ4VcFaHTpgQJ&oh=00_AYAfJQ-P5M2KN8YtACWcezXMBS9CWr0ovZGAJ5T3LgNXRA&oe=67372575 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Crafts & Decor By Jenn | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/jenncraftsndecor | Crafts & Decor By Jenn | https://www.facebook.com/craftsn.decorbyjenn/ | 36 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/jenncraftsndecor | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465984806_27748665491414409_7526504974818987546_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SFJ4EfKgDHMQ7kNvgEXlp35&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARsRlhpAq3bZ4VcFaHTpgQJ&oh=00_AYAfJQ-P5M2KN8YtACWcezXMBS9CWr0ovZGAJ5T3LgNXRA&oe=67372575 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Crafts & Decor By Jenn | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/jenncraftsndecor | Crafts & Decor By Jenn | https://www.facebook.com/craftsn.decorbyjenn/ | 36 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/jenncraftsndecor | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465984806_27748665491414409_7526504974818987546_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SFJ4EfKgDHMQ7kNvgEXlp35&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARsRlhpAq3bZ4VcFaHTpgQJ&oh=00_AYAfJQ-P5M2KN8YtACWcezXMBS9CWr0ovZGAJ5T3LgNXRA&oe=67372575 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Crafts & Decor By Jenn | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/opyumexpresseast | opyumexpresseast | https://www.instagram.com/_u/opyumexpresseast | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/opyumexpresseast | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/384301925_1996009854095317_8373893908513348245_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=6KncOKY4M1AQ7kNvgETDlBO&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBJQPeCY33Bm-wL7uzS8CnJOiyNO78J6E26znZpf0ENPQ&oe=67372B32 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | opyumexpresseast | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/bookedforevershop | bookedforevershop | https://www.instagram.com/_u/bookedforevershop | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/bookedforevershop | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/461775404_513204018146022_5814576252479269100_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=tbsQtsLzKU0Q7kNvgErZVi_&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDiGAy6dGXqlTNbWZXKPB-BASDJCgDmAg_8oIBJKktKTA&oe=6737213A | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | bookedforevershop | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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