Back then, he had ordered countless investigations, even sending people to search the sea for an entire month, but they never found Mia's body.
Now, this child in front of him, who shared his blood, was exactly six years old!
Could this mean that Mia really didn't die, but instead went somewhere he couldn't find, to give birth to the child?
Thinking of this, he felt a surge of excitement, "Where is your mommy?"
"Mommy, she..."
Juliet was about to say something when she suddenly remembered her brother's instructions and quickly changed her words, "I don't know!"
Michael squatted down to look her in the eye, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible, "Lying isn't something good children do."
The little princess blinked her big eyes, "Someone told me that liking to lie is hereditary. Daddy, are you a good child?"
Michael's face darkened instantly, "Who said that?"
Juliet pouted, "Well, Daddy, have you ever lied?"
Michael: "..."
Watching his boss being stumped by a six-year-old girl, White had to suppress his laughter, feeling quite pained.
Michael gave him a sidelong glance, "Any updates from the surveillance team?"
"Yes."
White took a deep breath, "This morning, the surveillance system near the company was attacked by an unknown hacker, and all the cameras were damaged..."
Michael frowned, looking at the little princess in front of him, a sense of gloom rising in his heart.
The hacker attack on the surveillance and the appearance of this child couldn't be a coincidence.
Unable to stand Michael's suspicious gaze, Juliet pouted and put her plush bear on the sofa, raising her little face, "Daddy, I want to take a bath!"
A bath early in the morning?
The man set aside his stern expression and waved his hand lightly, "White, take the little miss back to the villa and have the maids give her a bath."
"It's Princess Juliet, not little miss!"
Juliet pouted, her voice childish but clear, "I don't want someone I don't like to bathe me!"
The sudden appearance of this daughter left Michael feeling a bit at a loss. He looked at her, trying to soften his tone, "Then what do you want?"
"I want to choose someone I like to bathe me!"
The little princess pouted and turned to walk towards the door, "White, take me back!"
"Mr. Kingsley, this..."
The man waved his hand lightly, "Do as she says."
White had no choice but to follow her, carefully protecting the little princess of noble status.
Half an hour later, White called, "Mr. Kingsley, the little princess is not satisfied with any of the maids at the villa..."
The man, who was reviewing nearby surveillance footage, felt a bit annoyed, "Hire new maids and let her choose until she's satisfied."
White: "..."
"Understood."
Having followed Michael for over five years, White had never seen him act this way, not even towards his fiancée, Kyle, whom he always treated with cold indifference.
But now, he was completely obedient to this little princess...
Indeed, past-life lovers were something special!
Mia struggled mightily to finally move several heavy boxes into the room.
She collapsed onto the sofa, shouting towards the small room, "James! What did you send back from abroad?!"
A small furry head cautiously peeked out from the room, "I sent all your design drafts back."
Mia was stunned, "Why did you send those things?"
She had already given up all her glory abroad and returned to start anew.
"In case you need them someday!"
James's eyes sparkled for a moment, then he cheerfully came out of the room, "Mommy, I submitted a resume for you. It's a job you're perfectly capable of doing, and you should be called for an interview soon."
Mia frowned, about to say something when her phone rang.
"Is this Miss Mia? You have been chosen by our little princess. Please report to Blue Bay Villa immediately."
The woman's body froze.
Blue Bay Villa?
"Is... is it the Blue Bay Villa where Michael Kingsley lives?"
"Yes, the Blue Bay Villa of Mr. Kingsley."
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded somewhat excited. "The little princess urgently needs someone to help her with her bath. Out of hundreds of resumes, she immediately picked yours. Please come over quickly!"
After saying that, the man hung up the phone.
Mia frowned and looked at James, who was standing in front of her. "Is this the job you found for me?"
The little guy silently nodded, walked over, and took her hand. "Mommy, I know the reason you came back this time. Working in Michael Kingsley's house is easier to get close to him than working at his company, isn't it?"
Mia sighed. She knew she couldn't hide anything from this perceptive little guy.
She squatted down, "You're right, but..."
"Don't worry, Mommy!" James looked at Mia, his eyes sparkling. "That little princess is easy to take care of!"
Mia smiled helplessly, washed her face, and quickly tidied herself up.
"By the way, where's Juliet?"
As she was changing her shoes, she asked.
Her little sweetheart would always rush out to greet her like a little bird whenever she came home. Why didn't she today?
"Oh, she's engrossed in watching cartoons!"
"Don't worry about going to work. I'll take care of Juliet, and nothing will happen to her."
Mia said nothing more and turned to leave.
James was right.
Working at Blue Bay Villa was indeed easier to get close to Michael than working at the Kingsley Group.
She couldn't miss this opportunity.
But...
Who was the little princess?
Before returning to the country, she had checked a lot of information about Michael but found nothing about this little princess.
Full of doubts, Mia was led into Blue Bay Villa by the servants.
Six years.
She was finally back in this villa again.
The small trees she had planted outside had grown tall and sturdy.
Everything inside the villa remained unchanged.
The vases and paintings she had arranged back then were still in their original places, spotless.
Looking at all this, Mia felt a mix of emotions.
"Little princess, she's here!"
Suddenly, a humble and helpless voice sounded behind her.
Mia instinctively turned around.
Behind her, her little sweetheart was wearing a pink princess dress, holding a white plush bear, and smiling at her.
Juliet!?
She looked at the little girl in front of her, too shocked to speak!
Juliet put her finger to her lips and made a "shh" gesture.
"This aunt will do."
She ran over, "Hello, Auntie, my name is Juliet!"
Mia frowned and whispered, "What are you doing here?"
"Mommy, I'll explain later!"
Juliet's small white hand grasped Mia's pinky finger, "Auntie, let's go upstairs. I want a nice, fragrant milk bath!"
After saying that, she pulled Mia up the stairs.
"Take good care of the little princess!"
Watching the woman's back, White finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This little princess was even harder to handle than her father. He had worked all morning to find a maid she liked!
In the children's bathroom, Juliet lay in the bathtub, pouting with grievance. "Mommy, don't be mad at me."