After getting up to cook for the little devil, he couldn’t stand her being delayed anymore, so he took her
for a walk around the mountain.
The little girl wasn’t behaving for a moment. She caught insects, climbed trees, and dug out bird’s egg,
like she was born with the wrong gender. But he still stood under the tree, preparing to catch her
anytime if she fell down.
On the way back, he lectured her, “You’re a girl, so can you be a little ladylike? You don’t look like your
mom at all.”
Unexpectedly, the little girl made a face at him, “My mom isn’t ladylike, you just don’t know it.”
Okay. He usually couldn’t see her mom’s violence, but it was fatal when it was critical. When they first
met, he had seen it before.
Was the potential of being ladylike could still be inherited?
After playing around with the little devil, the two adults still slept like a dead pig. Master Hoyle’s
psychology really wasn’t to be played around. The more he reached the end, the calmer he could be.
Annie’s singing was heard down to the basement. Nate and four well-dressed men were sitting at the
dining table. There was a notebook in front of each person which connected to their area’s
responsibility.
They were all Alan and Kent’s most trusted elites. They had a common background which was they
were all Finn Meyer’s victims.
The internet was full of news about the plane crash into the sea and the wreckage was blown by the
typhoon. It was heard that the president of Hoyle Group was also on the plane. A large number of
reporters had gathered at Hoyle Group’s downstairs. Where there was news, there were traces of
them.
And Finn Meyer was still acting with his image of the great upright gentleman. To put it nicely, he would
take full responsibility and acted on behalf to deal with the matter’s aftermath. To put it bluntly, he
wanted to take the opportunity to control the last share of the Hoyle’s Family in the Hoyle Group.
It was a pity that reality would soon make him achieve nothing.
“Say. When boss appears in front of Finn Meyer, would he think he’s seeing a ghost?”
“There’s no need to think about it. His expression must be wonderful.”
“Do you guys think he’ll show his true self or continue to maintain his act of being a kind elder?”
“Boss won’t let him even if he wants to, right?”
The table was filled with laughter. They had waited a long time for this day.
Annie jumped in front of them, looking left and right. Several men really liked her quirky spirit and they
occasionally would laugh at her messy behavior.
Nate stroke her little head, “What did you sing just now?”
Annie asked him back, “Brother Nate, do you think I sing well?”
“Call me uncle and I’ll tell you whether you sing well or not,” Nate bargained.
Regarding calling him uncle or brother, they had been arguing about this since the morning. But no one
would give in.
“Brother.” Annie naturally was unwilling to change her word, smiling more naughtily.
Nate protested, “You call them uncle, why do you only call me brother? This isn’t fair.”
Kent laughed, “Who asks you to have a baby face? A 25-year-old man looks the same as a 17-year-
old.”
Someone said, “It’s actually not bad. When Nate is 40, he still can pretend to be a young man and
seduce pretty woman.”
Another person joked, “Nate, you should be a princess.”
Another joke immediately joined in, “Yes. Nate, call us uncle like Annie and you’ll get sweets.”
“Dream on,” Nate snorted coldly. Then he looked at the two people coming down, his fair face instantly
showed a pity look, “Mr. Hoyle, look at them…”
Alan was in a good mood and glanced at everyone brightly, “You guys are bullying my new secretary
behind my back, huh?”
Annie triggered an argument between the adults. She was squatting like an outsider and playing with
little turtledove.
Olive saw that the bird was still alive and couldn’t help walking over, “Where did you catch it?”
Annie looked up and said, “It’s not caught, but I picked it up. Olive, look at how pitiful the little bird is. Its
wing is injured and it can’t fly anymore. It was almost taken away by a weasel.”
“Since it’s injured, you have to put it in a safe place to recover. It can’t get better if it always tosses
around in your hand.” Olive really worried that this fragile little life in her daughter’s hand will be played
until it was dead. She was a kid, didn’t know how to pay attention with her strength.
“Those uncles said they were going to roast it and eat it. So annoying,” Annie complained.
They naturally were teasing her about roasting the bird, but Annie took it serious. She was afraid that if
she didn’t pay attention to the little bird, they would gnaw at it until there was no bones left. After
picking up the little turtledove, she had been keeping it by her side, preventing those menacing guys
from touching it.
“Who said would roast the bird and eat it? Admit yourself.” Alan, who was controlled by his daughter,
naturally spoiled his girl.
He had just woken up a little bit late and these people already teased his baby!
A few of them looked at each other. And at the last glance, under the telepathy, they all looked at Kent
Bai.
Kent immediately smelled a scent of conspiracy, “What are you guys staring me at?”
Nate smiled and said, “Kent, we really have to bother you with this matter.”
“Why me again? I’m not the only who said to roast the bird and eat it. You guys did too.” Kent viciously
knocked these people on the head one by one.
On the surface, they had the relationship between boss and subordinates. But in private, there weren’t
so many rules and regulations at all.
“You’re the first person to propose eating it. You can’t blame us.” Nate pretended to be innocent.
“I give you guys an inch and you guys are taking a mile. It’s me who serves the little devil. It’s me who
cooks. It’s me who wakes up your boss. And it’s me again who builds a birdhouse. I’m a boss of a
gangster has become your nanny. You guys are too much,” Kent said angrily.
Alan gave him a displeased look, “It’s good you’re a gangster boss. So why roast a bird? At least you
have to roast a wild boar, right?”
Nate asked, “Are there wild boars on this mountain?”
Alan laughed, “When the matter is over, you can take a walk in the woods and see if you can bring one
back to roast it.”
Annie curiously asked, “What does a wild boar look like?”
Kent waved at her, “Go away. You have never even seen what a farmer’s pig looks like, and you
already ask about wild boar?”
Annie snorted, “Uncle Kent, you look down on me. Who said I’ve never seen it? When grandpa and
grandma took me to the countryside to go to a wedding, I had seen chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cows
and sheep. There were also crickets and leeches.”
Someone laughed, “Boss, you miss again this time.”
This person was called Damon East. In fact, these four people and Nate South could form a group of
east, south, west, and north. The other three called Luke West, James North, and Ezra Smith.
“Shut your mouth. No one will think you’re mute if you don’t speak,” Kent glared at him.
“Ezra, he calls you.” Damon shook it off and bumped at Ezra.
Ezra lazily lifted his eyes from the computer, ignored him and looked back down again.
Ezra Smith had a nickname—Mute. He was usually not very talkative. He also looked like a depressed
man in a lively occasion. But he was a brave men who was willing to take a risk when he did things.
They were all troublemakers. Alan looked at these men who put together into a play. He shook his
head and entered the kitchen, bringing out breakfast and asking Olive to eat together.
Olive took a bite and smiled, “It’s delicious. Kent, I didn’t expect a man to have a great cooking skills.”
“This time it’s your turn to make a mistake. I’ve started cooking for myself since I was seven. Can it be
worse?” Kent raised his eyebrows, even looking very proud.
But Alan shamed him, “Compared with my girl’s, it’s worse.”
Kent pretended to be angry, reaching out to take his plate. “If it doesn’t taste good, don’t eat it. Ask your
girl cooks for you. Don’t eat what I cooked.”
Alan snatched it back again, “I didn’t say it isn’t edible. It’s passable.”
“Passable?” Kent was about to rush to grab it again.
Olive grinned, “Enough. You two have been losing your manners. You both are in your thirties and still
acting like children.”
Kent snorted and sat at the chair next to them. He curled up his finger at Annie, “Little girl, come here.”
“Why?” Annie was being somewhat guarded.
Kent said, “Didn’t your daddy ask me to make a nest for your bird?”
Yet Annie held on her turtledove tightly into her arms, “No. By your look, it must be something bad.”
This little thing was quiet good at observing, knowing that he was beating around the bush and
scheming against her. As expected, like father, like daughter. Alan Hoyle wasn’t an easy person and his
daughter couldn’t be underestimated too. He even worried that he would be played by her.
“Baby, don’t be afraid. Give it to him. Dad is here. If your uncle Kent dares to let your little bird lose a
feather, I’ll ask someone to catch him and hold him down, then let you bald his head.” Alan’s love for
his daughter was almost to the point of indulgent.
“Really?” The little girl started to imagine a monk’s appearance in her head. It had to be so fun.
“Damn you,” Kent spitted both father and daughter. “I still haven’t had a wife and kid. How could I let
you make me into a monk?”
Annie didn’t hesitate this time and pushed the little turtledove into his hand. “Uncle Kent, if you don’t
want to be a monk, please take good care of the little bird for me. Otherwise, I’ll encourage Auntie
Janetta to shave your hair. She’s my best friend now.”
Kent obviously couldn’t accept being threatened by a little kid and was about to attack, yet Annie wasn’t
afraid to continue saying, “Uncle Kent, I know you’re not convinced. But like in the song—a woman is a
tiger, don’t mess with her easily. Look at my master, Big Beard, he wasn’t careful and his beard was cut
off by Auntie Xenia.”
The little devil was talking and making gestures at the same time. Her innocent-looking face was full of
scheming wit. No matter how Kent looked at it, he felt like this brat wasn’t trying to protect the little
turtledove, but wishing him to touch it, so she had the chance to shave his head.
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