Sylvester and L''s meal continued withughter and shared food. Although L said nothing, Sylvester enjoyed himself immensely just listening to her giggle. In particr, he enjoyed the way L continued to feed him dumplings. "These are quite good, don''t you think?" he asked her. She smiled in response. Mr. Feng and Michael looked on in amazement at Sylvester''s change in demeanor over the previous few days. Michael looked at them sideways while speaking to the butler.


    "Do you think he sees her as a daughter?" he muttered. The butler shrugged.


    L heard the passingment and frowned. Sylvester, seeing her eyes lose their sparkle, offered L a rose soy drink. "That''s enough food. Try this instead."


    After taking a sip, she smiled at him once again, then kissed his cheek, the glint returning to her eyes even brighter than before.


    "Sir, I''m sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to let you know that your uncle, Raymond, has confessed to all of his crimes and would like to speak with you." Michael grimaced, pulling his boss''s attention away from the girl, making him frown. "Not interested. I''d like aprehensive investigationpleted into the Wolf Gang and the rtionship my uncle held with them." Michael nodded in agreement. It was an excellent idea to better understand the inner workings of the Wolf Gang, one of the top international assassin groups.


    The Wolf Gang was incredibly arrogant, often extorting money from passersby and boasting immense power. It is both feared and hated internationally. To avoid being targeted while on a mission, the Wolf Gang''s assassins usually operate anonymously. From the conversation they''d read between the assassin and Raymond, it seems that the were unaware of Gomez''s true identity.


    Unannounced, Ashlee walked in to join breakfast, overhearing the conversation but remaining unfazed.


    "How did you sleep, nephew?"


    She approached wearing a figure-hugging fishtail skirt, boasting a mature charm that young girlsck. Sylvester nced at her without much expression, but as she was his elder, he remained polite and replied, "I slept just finest night, thank you for asking."


    Ashlee was taken aback. Her nephew always seemed to keep his distance, making it difficult for her to figure out how to continue a conversation. Suddenly, he was polite and conversational? Where did thate from?


    At the sound of a clearing throat, her attention was drawn to a group of well-dressed men wearing ties, neatly standing in a corner of the hall.


    "Who are they?" she asked gesturing in the direction of the men.


    Michael respectfully replied, "Ashlee, they are the regional managers from various fashion brands. They havee to deliver clothes for Miss L." "L?" Ashlee eximed in surprise.


    She turned her head and finally noticed the girl who was held by Sylvester. L''s beauty was astonishing. After finishing her rose soymilk, she yfully shook the ss in front of Sylvester and even licked the corner of her mouth. Sylvester''s eyes darkened as he took the ss from L''s hand, using a tissue to wipe away the soymilk residue from her lips. Ashlee felt like the entire world had be surreal.


    Was this really her nephew? The enigmatic and unpredictable Sylvester of the mysterious Gomez?


    It was just too bizarre.


    She couldn''t hide her astonishment, and Michael, who had already be ustomed to the odd behavior Sylvester was exhibiting, noticed it all. Ashlee regained herposure and hurriedly asked, "Sylvester, who is this girl?" Sylvester smirked as he yed with L''s hair. "She''s just a sad lost girl I found on the road."


    Upon hearing this, L became displeased and looked up at him. Now that she had him, she was no longer pitiful. She finally had a home.


    Sylvester was delighted that she could understand him. "Aren''t you a poor little thing?" With just one nce, he could sense the resistance from her.


    L shook her head and reached out, hugging his neck, her fair face pressed against his neck. "Alright, alright. You''re not a poor little thing. I was just teasing you. With myst name attached to yours, who would dare call you such a thing?" What? Ashlee looked at Michael beside her, unable to believe what she heard. She asked, "What is Sylvester saying? He''s giving her hisst name?"


    Michael nced at Sylvester and exined again, "Miss L was picked up by the boss on our way back from Skya to Pliar. He saw her... looking unbelievably beautiful, so he brought her back. He gave her a name and even arranged for her identification. Now, Miss L is ready to be by the boss''s side."


    If they exined that Miss L was picked up because she was pitiful, no one would believe it. However, if they said the boss was interested in her because of her beauty, that would make more sense.


    As expected, when Ashlee didn''t suspect anything and only reminded him, "She looks like she''s juste of age. You should keep that in mind, Sylvester. What would people think?"


    It took Michael a while to react to what Ashlee said, feeling embarrassed by her words. How could she imply that the boss would take advantage of such a lovely young girl?


    What was Ashlee thinking? Even if the boss was eager, he wouldn''t be interested in a newly grown Mutant, right?


    Moreover, Mutants had no intelligence. No matter how beautiful they were, what was the point?


    But looking at Miss L wearing the boss''s ck shirt, it wasn''t surprising that Ashlee would think that way. He didn''t refute it and simply said, "Yes."


    Only by truly bringing Miss L under the boss''s wing could she be protected. That''s what the boss told him.


    With that, Sylvesterid his arm around L''s waist, put her down on the ground, and stood up, holding her hand as they walked towards the managers. It was time to choose her wardrobe, something they''d both been looking forward to greatly.