Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

Will I leave with you?

This child is unusually mature. Perhaps his frail health allows him to focus more intently on observing the world. He is also much smarter than his peers.

He understood his godmother's meaning and also vaguely understood his own position.

Just as he was never allowed to leave the manor, the Godfather never kept these things from him.

He knew he had no parents, and he knew he was related to the old man who had been by his side since childhood, but they were not close.

Or rather, the godfather doesn't actively seek to be close to the child.

This child carries too many unspeakable burdens for him.

Breaking ethical boundaries, the Godfather used cloning technology to extract genes from his deceased son, resulting in an artificial product that, for him, had a grotesque, stench of decay.

He watched the child grow from an embryo into an infant, and from an infant into a child, but he couldn't help but think of his own Lei An, and the half of the corpse that had been transported to the laboratory.

His conflicted feelings made it difficult for him to get close to the child.

But he was already old, and ultimately this child was a twisted continuation of Lei An's life in a certain sense, so in the end, he tried his best to find the best way out for this child.

"You won't leave with me."

Tang Tang gently shook her head, her tone formal yet gentle, as if she were talking to the child in front of her as if he were an adult, "You need to continue living here, but I will come to see you every six months."

Anyway, she has to come back to handle things, so it's not a big deal for her to come and check on the kids.

"I don't have a name. Will you give me one?"

what?

Tang Tang cast a questioning look at the godfather, "?"

“I don’t know how to define him,” the Godfather shook his head guiltily, but continued, “I don’t think I have the right to give him a name. I’m the culprit, so everyone in the manor calls him Zoe.”

Zoe means life.

Tang Tang felt a cool, soft touch in her palm. She looked down and saw Zoe placing her slender hand in her palm.

"I want a name of my own, is that okay?"

"Before I leave, I'll give you my new name, okay?"

Okay, Tang Tang hasn't even had a chance to raise a cat or a dog yet, but she's already adopted a child. Luckily, she doesn't need to raise this child herself.

"I will wait for you."

The boy obediently nodded, neither arguing nor making a fuss, and obediently left, holding the old butler's hand.

"He seems very close to you."

Tang Tang smiled faintly, neither confirming nor denying.

Do you like it? Perhaps it's just a clever child's tendency to seek advantage and avoid harm.

With the matter of the child temporarily put aside, the two continued to discuss Tang Tang's identity.

"The blood sample collection at that time will definitely need to be evaluated by the family hospital and the elders, and I can intervene in this aspect."

After all, probably no one expected Alberto to choose someone with no blood relation as his successor.

It wasn't that he didn't want to choose Zoe; his body was simply too weak and he was too young. If he entered this powerful and influential family, he would almost certainly be torn apart in the struggle for power.

“I can handle the eye color,” Tang Tang pondered, her fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the table. “It’s just that I left the manor before, so there will probably be some images left behind.”

“That’s right,” the Godfather nodded in agreement, and then added cryptically, “I reckon your information has already been sent to the Elders’ Council. After all, they’re trying to interfere with the selection of the heir, and they’re practically crawling all over my house like flies.”

"But it doesn't matter. I will announce in advance that I have found my daughter who was lost abroad, because my former secretary was of mixed Chinese and Italian descent and has returned to China."

"She had no relatives left in China. Sadly, perhaps because of her mixed heritage, she had severe allergies and passed away after a severe allergic reaction."

"Almost no one knows about this. I'll announce to the public that you're my daughter, because she entrusted you to me before she passed away. How about that?"

"As for the glasses from a few days ago, it's because she's my secretary, familiar with the secrets of the Newman family, and has always disguised her eyes with colored contact lenses."

The logic is generally sound; the left and right are just reasons. Even if the logic is sound, if it were presented to the so-called council of elders, they would probably consider it fabricated or a lie.

Therefore, there is no need to dwell on whether the lie is perfect or not.

Once the final outcome is determined, all the lies will become reality at her request.

Tang Tang nodded. "Today is July 24th. I plan to return to China at the end of July, but it can be postponed if necessary."

"Today I will spread the word that I have found my long-lost daughter, and I expect the elders will come to my door tomorrow."

Tomorrow?

Given the tight timeframe, it seems the power struggle within the Newkman family is even more complex than Alberto described.

"Okay, they'll probably do the verification tomorrow. To avoid mistakes, they'll definitely need to do a blood test. We'll have to trouble the Godfather with the verification report then."

Tang Tang thoughtfully tapped her eyes lightly. "As for the eyes, lenses are too easy to expose. I have my own methods, and this is easy."

She even has a system, simple.

Alberto nodded, pondered for a moment, and took out a ring from his front pocket.

The ring was smaller than the one he was wearing now. It was a silver ring with a deep, blood-red ruby ​​set in the center, surrounded by two intertwined snakes that coiled around the ruby.

The ring is carved with intricate thorns, seemingly signifying a path of glory fraught with thorns.

She accepted the ring.

The Godfather gazed at the ring, his tone nostalgic and complex, "This was the first power ring I received when I came of age. When I received it, I also received my first mission."

He was reminiscing about those youthful years.

“When I was 18, I wiped out a family called Rawls, leaving not a single baby, dog, or bird behind.”

“Miss Tang, if you want to stand at the top of the Newkman family, then you must be fully prepared.”

"Kill your estranged lover, slay your rebellious subordinates. They may fawn over you, love you, doubt you, covet you, hate you, and even try to kill you."

This is the price of being in power: loneliness and isolation.

Tang Tang's expression remained unchanged as she slowly slid the ring down her fingertip until it fit snugly on her thumb.

With a slight turn, the deep, blood-red ruby ​​was placed in the very center.

The dazzling lights illuminated the hall, making it magnificent and bright, and also reflected starlight onto the ruby.

The girl's voice was soft yet firm as she spoke—

"It's as sweet as sugar."