Michel’s subordinate hesitated for a moment, twitching in his seat uncomfortably. After all, Noreen was Michel’s mistress. “Mr. Wang, all things considered, Miss Xia is still the leader of the Immortal Killer Sect. Are you sure you don’t want to save her?” he asked.

‘Save her? Noreen is a blithering idiot. I would have wiped out the entire Xia family if I had the chance!’ Michel gritted his teeth angrily. “I would have helped her, no doubt, if she had crossed someone else. Anyone apart from Matthew Huo, but unfortunately those are the cards we’ve been dealt. Just find her and…” Michel wrapped his fingers around his neck gesturing his wish to his subordinate.

Noreen had served Michel for more than a decade. In fact, she had more information on Michel than his own wife did. If she were to fall into Matthew’s hands, it would be absolutely disastrous for Michel and thousands of his cronies. Unfortunately, Noreen had to die!

“As you wish, Mr. Wang!”

The big room succumbed to the dreadful silence once again. One of the men boldly suggested, “Mr. Wang, we can’t sit still and do nothing. We have to find a way to destroy the evidence first!”

Needless to say, Michel knew exactly what to do. “Hide all the goods. Stop all distribution for the time being and tell everyone to lay low until I say so.”

‘Even if Matthew suspects me, he can’t do anything to me without any credible evidence, ‘ Michel mused.

“Yes! Mr. Wang!”

Michel’s diligent subordinates didn’t leave until midnight.

However, each and every one of them had one thing in mind—Noreen. She was the biggest thorn in their side and the one person that could ruin everything for them.

The next morning at the Huo family’s manor

A little girl with her head shaved clean, sat cross-legged on a white carpet that almost covered the entire room, while the boys gawked at her looks.

Godwin rested his chin on his hand and stared at the quiet little girl. “Boswell, is she really a girl?” ‘Why is there no hair on her head?’ he wondered.

Boswell nodded. “The doctor said that she’s a girl.”

Godfrey leaned forward a little and asked, “What’s her name?”

“She has no name yet. Grandpa asked us to come up with something,” Adkins said.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Colman thought for a while and said, “How about we name her Lemon?” Colman had a weakne

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He took a deep breath and asked Godwin, “What did your father teach you?”

“What?” Godwin was confused.

Carlos was on the verge of breaking down. He took out his phone and sent a message to Sheffield. “What have you been teaching my grandson? If you can’t teach him good things, just send him to me!”

Confused, Sheffield asked, “Wait, what’s wrong, Dad?” ‘What did Godwin do this time?’ he wondered.

“The boys picked out a name for the little girl—from a list of Chinese medicines provided by your son. And Boswell decided on the name at last—Angelina! Because your son told them that apparently there is a Chinese herb called Angelina Root! Do you see the problem now?” Carlos explained to Sheffield patiently.

The correct name was Angelica Root!

Sheffield understood the problem at once and texted back. “Dad, I’ll bring him back home right now and teach him well!”

Carlos gently patted Boswell’s head and corrected the kids. “There’s no Chinese herb called Angelina Root. It’s Angelica Root. A-N-G-E-L-I-C-A.”

Confused, Boswell asked, “Angelica?”

Carlos nodded and said, “Yes. But, both Angelica and Angelina are good names. You can pick one.”

The boys nodded their little heads in unison and Boswell affirmed that they still wanted to name the little girl Angelina.

Later that day, Sheffield brought Godwin back home and made him write the words “Angelica Root” one hundred times. Since then, Godwin had lost his love for Angelica Roots. However, from time to time, he would add some Angelica Root to his father’s food out of spite.