“Little Miss B?”

Alex Rockefeller was stunned hearing that.

He looked at Zachary Xavier. “Uncle Xavier, you must have gotten the wrong person. My mother grew up as an orphan. How could she be Little Miss B?”

However, Zachary still seemed very excited. He had a determined expression on his face. “I can’t have mistaken you for someone else. You are Little Miss B! Little Miss B, I’m Zachary Xavier, do you still remember me? I even held you when you were a child…”

Alex didn’t know whether to cry