On the way home, Lilly suddenly hugged Anthony and asked, "Uncle Anthony, are you ill?"

Anthony paused. "It's okay." He touched her little head. "I'm fine."

In the past few years, he was exhausted physically and mentally after his sister Jean disappeared. He had tried hard to collect all the information to replace Jean, and he could not calm down to make decisions. On the other side, Crawford Holdings was facing a critical period and needed him to develop it. So he could only work quietly at night. Gradually, he formed a staying-up habit until three or four in the morning. Until now, he had a severe sleep disorder. He had health problems, and there were often headaches and dizziness.

Lilly asked solemnly, "Uncle Anthony, did you not sleep well at night?"

Anthony was startled. "How did you know it?"

Lilly shook her red bracelet. "Ms. Ugly said it. She would go for a walk at night, and sometimes she likes to lie on the window and watch you.”

Facing her most trusted Uncle Anthony, Lilly did not hide anything.

Anthony was speechless. He glanced at the red bracelet on her wrist and imagined the scene. He was concentrating on his work while a female ghost lay on the window staring at him. Anthony coughed to hide his fear. "Lilly, do you know any charm or spell?"

Lilly nodded. "Yes, what spell do you want?"

Anthony answered, "Exorcise evil spells."

Hearing that, Lilly looked at Anthony inquiringly. "Uncle Anthony, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Anthony did not change his expression, and his tone was calm. "Nope."

Lilly patted Anthony as if understanding him. "Uncle Anthony, it's okay! I understand!"

Anthony felt helpless for Lilly's naughtyness.

Back to the Crawford family, Bettany asked them to eat.

After the meal, Hugh looked serious and called Anthony to the study.

Lilly accompanied Bettany to chat while pinching her legs, then ran back to the room. Bettany smiled. She always had the illusion of being very relaxed after Lilly had massaged her legs as if she could stand up in the next moment.

Meanwhile, Lilly returned to the room and lay on the table to draw.

In the first painting, Bettany was sitting in a wheelchair. Lilly muttered, "Granny has bad legs."

In the second painting, Anthony was busy with work, and outside the window were the stars, the moon, and a female ghost. Lilly muttered again, "Uncle Anthony couldn't sleep."

Polly bounced back and forth on the table while shouting, "Caw! Caw!"

With a final high-pitched shout, Polly kicked Tortoise off the table as if bullying it could not speak.

Fortunately, the table was not high, and the floor was covered with carpets, so its shell did not break. Tortoise climbed a few steps and crouched at Lilly's feet.

Pablo closed the booklet with a frown. "This parrot is noisy."

Lilly asked, "Master, is there any way to help Uncle Anthony fall asleep?"

Pablo was lying by the window, then said slowly, "Of course, there must be a way. Listen, you can buy these magical trinkets..."

Pablo thought Lilly could not memorize, so he said eleven magical trinkets in one breath. Anyway, when Lilly went to buy them, he had to repeat those magical trinkets' names. However, Lilly wrote and recounted it word for word as she wrote on the paper.

Pablo felt surprised. Does this kid have such a good memory? She can even write their names!

He hurriedly looked closely but only to see a mess of scribbles on the paper.

"What's this?" Pablo's mouth twitched.

Lilly pointed to the scribbles on the paper. "Master, you're so stupid! These are magical trinkets!"

Pablo's scalp tingled with shock.

"Are you sure this is a magical trinket?" Pablo pointed at a magic wand.

Magical trinkets had the word magic. Lilly probably thought those magical trinkets had the functions same as a magic wand.

Lilly nodded. "Yes, magical trinket!"

Pablo was speechless.

After Lilly finished drawing all the magical trinkets, she folded the paper and ran outside quickly.

"I'm going to replace Uncle Anthony!"

Seeing Lilly leave, Polly flew off the floor and chased after her. Tortoise also followed Polly slowly.

Pablo was following them behind while pondering.

Lilly ran to the study and happened to hear the voice inside. "Lilly's father..."

Lilly froze. Are Grandpa and Uncle Anthony talking about Daddy? Are they trying to replace Daddy and send me to Daddy?

Lilly pursed her lips. She could not help but tighten the paper in her hand.

Polly poked its head in through the gap in the study and croaked, "Dad! Daddy!"

Anthony turned and saw Lilly standing at the door in a daze. She was holding a piece of paper to crumple.

"Lilly." Anthony immediately approached and picked her up.

Lilly was about to cry. "Uncle Anthony, are you sending me away?"

"No." Anthony immediately vetoed, "I'm only chatting with your grandpa."

Hugh softened his stern expression and comforted Lilly, "You'll always be the little princess of the Crawford family. No one can take you away."

Lilly said nothing while Anthony and Hugh looked at each other.

Lilly was innocent and cute but clever, and it was not easy to fool her.

After pondering, Hugh explained, "Lilly, a man came to you this morning. He said he was your father. His name was Blake MacNeil."

Lilly was stunned. Do I really have a daddy surnamed MacNeil?

Anthony continued, "Lilly, he wants to see you. Of course, if you don't want to see him, we can refuse him. Do you want to see him?"

Both Anthony and Hugh looked at Lilly. For some reason, Hugh was inexplicably nervous, especially when he recalled Blake, who looked like the crime boss. Lilly thought, then responded, "Can I meet Daddy here?"

Looking at the insecure Lilly, Anthony replied affirmatively, "Yes, you can."

Lilly finally nodded. "Okay."

In a military department, the meeting was in progress.

Blake twirled the pen lazily, and the black pen moved nimbly between his slender fingers.

"Blake, you have to settle this matter." One of the leaders said while turning his head, then saw Blake spinning a pen.

"Blake! Did you hear me?" The leader shouted.

Blake nodded. "I'll solve it in two days."

Everyone was full of doubts.

The leaders wondered if Blake had listened to their conversation. The mission was in Miralaea this time, and it would take a day to fly back and forth. Moreover, that mission was difficult, or the leaders would not have asked Blake back from vacation.

Blake asked, "Any other questions?"

The leaders shook their heads helplessly.

"If there's no problem, I'll be leaving. I'm in a hurry." Blake stood up as he spoke and left the meeting room.

His subordinate hurriedly apologized to the leaders before leaving. He could feel his palms sweaty.

"Mr. MacNeil!" The subordinate chased after Blake.

Blake arrived at the arsenal, quickly put on the equipment, and asked coldly, "What?"

The subordinate hesitated, then said, "Old Mrs. MacNeil's 60th birthday is coming soon. She asked someone to transfer a message to invite you over. Do you want to attend it?" Blake paused and sneered. "Reply to them that I'll go there."

That piece of medal of honor belongs to Grandpa. It's time to get it back.

"By the way, send a message to my lovely Lilly. Ask her to go there too. As a daddy, I have to vent anger for my daughter."

The subordinate felt helpless. Blake had not seen Lilly yet, so he looked forward to meeting her.

Giuliana was excitedly trembling when she received the news. That God of Battle is the hottest big shot recently! He wants to come to celebrate my birthday!

"Hurry up, order someone immediately! We'll make a big banquet!"

Jerome twirled his gray beard and made a decision. "Davion, send the invitations to rich and famous families now!"

God of Battle, Blake MacNeil, came to the MacNeil family to celebrate Giuliana's birthday. Such a piece of news would make many people jealous.

It was their good chance to make relationships and broaden their contacts!

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