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The young girl was clinging to Anton Cook like an octopus, looking at Aubree Groove who had just walked out of the airport.

Her sparkling eyes whirled around. She lean in to Anton's ear whispering, "Uncle, I finally understand why you didn't want to come back."

Anton Cook held back a smile as he shoved the young girl into the car, "Stay put in the car."

Anton turned around to see Aubree standing three steps away from him.

"You are heading to, I can give a ride."

Aubree shook her head, "No need, someone is already picking us up. You should go home."

The young girl unexpectedly popped her head out of the car window, waving at Aubree with a big grin: "Hello beautiful lady, I am Sheila Cook. You can simply call me Sheila. This goofy man here is my uncle."

Kelly Martinez's eyes lit up, "What a charming little girl."

Indeed, she looked very similar to Anton, her shiny dark eyes full of mischief and intelligence, just like a little fox.