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I doubt Owen knows any other vets. "Fine." The reason I haven't handed over the phone yet is because I need some information. Owen said you might come by soon and I wouldn't want to screw it up. Could you tell me your name, what you look like, or what you're wearing so I can pretend I already know you? He laughed. "Certainly. I am George. Mom says I look like a taller version of my sister Coco. Dark black hair, light eyes. I'll wear a green V-neck sweater over a white T-shirt and jeans. Will it help?"

After all, before him, George was not only an ant, but he was also a pitifully weak ant. Seeing that Lucas did not pay any attention to him, George's face twitched. "Hello, I am the Young Master of the Yeager family in White Wolf Base City." George firmly believed that Lucas didn't know his identity, which was the reason why he was so calm. At the moment when he revealed his identity, George looked at Lucas' fair face. He naturally knew that Lucas' face would show deep shock. Unfortunately, to George's surprise, not to mention deep shock, Lucas' face did not even change.

I asked Xander who groaned before saying it again. "Peter De Vonn! Don't make me say it again! " Peter De Vonn? Sounds familiar.. Quite distinct to me.. "Dad? What was George's full name? " Dad glared at me for asking that.. George was dad's right man and most trusted before he and his wife who was Mom's personal maid helped her to run away.. Dad searched for him but he was gone too.. "George De Vonn! " I raised a brow and he frowned before his eyes widened...

He has that air of cheerfulness about him, which is a sharp contrast to my typical aloofness and icy personality. Residents love to join his team rather than be under my mentorship. "Impressive performance, as always, Professor Pierce," Doctor Patel says, clapping loudly. My dad's name is Pierce - Jackson Pierce. My mom refuses to change her surname fully to his after marriage, hence the two surnames on my profile: Hermione Watson Pierce. I introduce myself first as Hermione Pierce, before adding Watson as my other surname. Most of my colleagues are often baffled by this act of mine, wondering why I would hide my affiliation to the renowned Watson Foundation. If only they knew.

George noticed the stillness. He cleared his throat gently. “Alright, boys,” he began in his calm, steady voice. “That was Wendy, my daughter.” Both heads snapped toward him at once. “Your daughter?” Gabriel repeated, eyes wide. Gaddiel leaned forward. “Like… your actual daughter?” George raised a brow, amused. “Yes. My actual daughter.” The twins looked at each other in disbelief. “But…” Gabriel started cautiously. “You are… older,” Gaddiel finished, struggling for diplomacy.

Is his name even Samuel? “I dunno what to tell you. Small world.” He shrugged. “No middle name?” “Lazarus.” He smiled. “That’s a unique name.” It suited him better than Samuel did. He nodded and after he pondered for a few minutes, he asked, “What is your full name?” “Can’t come up with anything better?” I accused not wanting to have to tell him. “Nope, I tried.” “Amaya Wynn Witchburn,” I replied. I hated my last name, especially since I just found out I was a witch, but my last name belonged to my adopted parents. I didn’t know what my birth parents' names were.

My idea of an alliance will be uniting the seven Kingdoms as one, a clenched fist that will stand strong against our common enemy, King Arthur. “What is your name?” I ask the guard as we parry. “You don’t fight like one of our men.” “My name is George and you are right, My Lord, I don’t wield my sword like a Stormhalt soldier, I am not a full soldier yet. I’m still under training” “A weak trainee as my personal guard?... Sounds insulting.” I give a mocking smirk and his eyes redden. Trust me, I can make a beast of anyone. I go in for a strike, but he grabs my wrist. “But I’m a very fast learner, my Lord.” A smug smile playing on his face.

Julie explained to her Father the circumstances that took place twenty years ago and all that led to Tabby finding them this morning. George frowned and thought hard about what was told to him, then a broad smile was seen on his face. “Welcome to the family, Tabby. I’m your grandfather George Weston.” “Greetings, grandfather; I’m Tabby Fuler.” “What? Even her name is little Tabitha’s nickname?” George was surprised. “This calls for a celebration. Johnson, bring out the champagne for everyone.”

“We’ll figure it out.” “Have you thought about the last names?” Belinda questioned. “I’m thinking of hyphenating. Watson-Wrenford. Watson-Windsor. I know how important last names are for you guys.” Alistair smiled. “Georgiana Watson-Wrenford! Now that is a name for a woman who is going to change the world.” Belinda sighed. “Darling, please stop suggesting that name. Your great aunt Georgiana was a murderer and a scammer.” “I’m sorry murderer?” I asked. “Is that hereditary? Cuz I feel like Dr. Conner should know that.”

Letty. She explained that she found him unconscious near her house, and had helped him because she recognized he was the same kind as her. He told her his name was Lucas when she asked and nodded when she wanted to know if he knew he was a wizard. Then, a week later, he still didn’t know who he was but his strength was back, not fully but strong enough to do some activity. Thus, he walked out from the room he had occupied in Mrs. Letty’s house. Wanting to offer any help to her.