Chapter 481 Agnes was gobsmacked.
The guy in front of her was actually such a big shot, yet she had casually accepted him as her foster father.
Now she understood why she was ganged up on by those thugs.
Even though they had the upper hand, they suddenly looked like theyâd seen a ghost.
They were very frightened. Turned out it was because of the string of beads Albert had given her.
Back then, a thug named Mono had cut her arm with a knife, instantly severing the thread of the beads.
The beads scattered all over the ground.
Monoâs face suddenly became frightened when he saw the beads.
Turns out they recognized the beads as Albertâs personal belongings.
No wonder when Mono and his gang turned themselves in later, they all had injuries, but none of them dared to say who did it.
So thatâs what happened.
Agnes was still reeling from the shock.
She suddenly remembered when she first met Albert, he was just working in a small restaurant.
How could such a person be a bigwig in the underworld?
Seeing Agnesâ stunned expression.
Albert smiled faintly, âDid my notorious reputation scare the pants off you?â
Agnes quickly shook her head, âI just thought, I just thought...â
In truth, Agnes was scared stiff.
Because the word on the street was that Reggie was ruthless.
âDo you think Iâm from a different world than you?â
Agnes automatically nodded her head.
Yes, she had no idea what the supposed gangster world was really like.
Her impressions of these people were still from TV dramas.
But Albertâs image was far from that.
He was always smiling softly, dressed in a formal suit.
There was even a refined elegance about him, like a gemstone that has been smoothed and mellowed by time.
Albert chuckled, âDonât worry, even though Iâm no saint, I wonât hurt my own children. You are my goddaughter, from now on, Iâll treat you as if you were my own flesh and blood.â
Agnes was a bit puzzled, âWhy did you choose me?â
Albert was confused, âWhat do you mean?â
âWhy would someone like you take me in? I heard your godsons and goddaughters are all very capable, but me... I donât have any special talents.â
Albert burst into hearty laughter, âTheyâre also adopted by me. Basically, they were either street beggars or homeless orphans.
Where do they have any special talents? Of course, aside from my fifth child whoâs a born computer genius, the others all learned the ropes by following me.â
Agnes was truly curious, âYouâve adopted seven children, so Iâm the seventh?â
Albert nodded, âYouâre the last one.â
âBut I only saw four yesterday.â
Albert said, âSean is my first adopted child. Heâs currently overseas, commanding and training troops. Because heâs on the global most wanted list, he doesnât show up easily. The one you met yesterday, Kearney, he assists me in managing domestic public businesses. Phenix runs underground casinos and entertainment venues. Naylor, he leads a more laidâback life, hasnât achieved anything extraordinary. Heâs into cars and now heâs a race car driver, kind of made a name for himself. The fifth child is the youngest among us, but Iâve adopted her the longest. She went through some things when she was little, so she basically doesnât talk, but sheâs a topânotch hacker, codename Nighthawk. You havenât met the sixth child yet, he doesnât come back often, Iâll introduce him to you in detail next time you meet. Youâre the seventh, although youâre not the youngest, youâre the seventh child I adopted, so we all call you Septima.â