A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 870 Have You Gone Mad

Abraham glanced at Queenie and continued, “Cornelius has already heard about this, so I’d like to hear about your opinion.”

Confounded, Queenie slowly nodded. “Please continue, Dad.”

“I’d like to broaden the scope for the selection of the head of the family this time.”

Instantly, Queenie’s eyes twitched as she thought about her younger brother, Francis Mill.

Due to familial pressures, Abraham married another woman after Queenie’s mother’s death, and that was when they had Francis Mill.

Although her stepmother treated her like her own daughter and Queenie had treated the woman as her mother and that she had begun to forget bits of memories of her biological mother, she was somewhat displeased with Francis.

However, Francis had never learned anything medical at all. He could not even recognize herbs. He would be of no threat to her even if he were to join the selection of the next head of the family.

Queenie nodded. “I understand. Let Francis join in. I don’t mind.”

Abraham lifted his head and said, “That isn’t what I mean. Only the ones who are older than eighteen can join, and that’s a rule that’ll never change.”

what do

meant expanding the scope. Not only will the members’ extended family with talent be able to join, but outsiders who are talented can join

Queenie’s eyes widened.

telling me that we’re allowing a random outsider to become the head of the family? Have you gone

said the pick will be random. I’ll be mulling over the

years. How can we possibly let an outsider be the head of the family? Cor, say something! You can’t just let Dad do

right idea to pick someone talented without limiting it only the Mills. That way, we can find someone

Abraham uttered, “I’ve made up my mind, and I’ve already been searching for potential participants. So far, I’ve found five. Before the start of the next month, I’ll invite them to the Mill residence to join the

on her lower lip, Queenie spun around and

minds! They’d rather let an outsider become the

have I done to make them not

stormed down the corridor,

waiting for you at the

the call, just as she was about to leave the place, her stepmother,

liked daughters, but she had only given birth to a son. That was why she adored

here. Why don’t you lead me to