Take My Breath Away

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 weakness for sour foods!

Boswell shook his head almost immediately. "No, she doesn't like lemons."

"I think we can name her after the names of Chinese herbs. I know a lot of good ones," Godwin suggested. Since he was passionate about Chinese medicine, his wish was to find a girl in the future whose name was somehow connected to Chinese medicine.

Boswell refused straight away, shaking his head again. "She doesn't need to take Chinese medicine."

Adkins looked into the little girl's eyes and said, "How about we call her Grape? Look at her big and round eyes. Don't they look like grapes?"

"Too tacky!" Boswell shook his head again.

As soon as he finished his words, the other boys looked at him at the same time and said, "You name her then."

After racking his brain for a good name, Boswell finally decided to name the little girl Candy.

The others snorted in derision at the same time, angrily glaring at Boswell. Adkins sneered, "You're even worse than Mom when it comes to coming up with names. You'd better take Godwin's suggestion and name her after Chinese herbs."

Embarrassed, Boswell scratched the back of his head. "Okay then. Godwin, what did you have in mind?" Boswell was the one who found and brought this little girl home, as such he felt as though it was his responsibility to give her a name.

"Okay..." Godwin gave him a list of names. "Pollia japonica Thunb., Pinellia ternata, Aster, Angelina Root, Cistanche, Indigo..."

'Angelina?' Boswell's black eyes lit up. He looked at the girl and bobbed his head up and down in a thoughtful manner. She was as cute as an angel! "Let's call her Angelina!"

"Angelina..." Godwin tried to recall what the Angelina Root looked like, but despite his greatest efforts, he wasn't able to remember as there were too many Chinese herbs dancing about in his mind.

Eventually, he gave Boswell the nod of approval. "Okay! Then her name will be Angelina."

As Debbie came downstairs, shaking a feeding bottle in her hand, she mumbled to herself, "I'm glad I found this in the storage room. I remember getting this for Jeffrey but we never got to use it. I didn't think it was going to come in handy now." When she passed by the living room, she said to the children, "Take care of the baby girl. I'm just getting her some water."

"Okay, Grandma!" Adkins replied loudly.

Debbie rinsed the feeding bottle and poured some water. Then she went back to the living room, picked up the little girl and began to feed her.

Carlos walked in with a can of formula in his hand. "Honey, I got this, but they didn't have the brand you asked for. The man at the store said this was very popular with the kids now."

"Okay, put it in the kitchen first. I'll feed her some water first."

Adkins told Debbie, "Grandma, we have given her a name."

Boswell nodded, "Yes! Godwin named her after a Chinese herb and we all agreed to it!"

Carlos overheard their conversation, as he poured himself a glass of water and walked up to them. "Wow, that's great. What's the name? Tell me."

Boswell puffed up his chest proudly and said, "Her name is Angelina!"

Carlos thought for a while. 'Angelina is a good name, but... what kind of Chinese herb is that?'

Godwin explained, "Well, it's a kind of traditional Chinese medicine. Angelina Root! It's my idea! And Boswell made the final decision."

"Cough—" It was indeed rare of Carlos to lose his composure like that and spit out the water from his mouth.

Debbie was stunned too. Deep down inside her heart, she couldn't help but feel amused.

Godwin and Boswell didn't know what had happened. Boswell asked gleefully, "Grandpa, what do you think?" Why else would their grandfather be so excited?

Godwin felt quite proud of himself. "Grandpa, slow down. You shouldn't drink water in such a hurry."

Carlos took out a tissue and wiped the water from the floor. Then he asked the maid to clean the rest.

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.