Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 3 The Tattoo

The sky was gloomy, threatening to unleash heavy rain any minute.

Sadie didn't want the children to get wet, especially Mia, who had always been susceptible to illness. She would catch a cold every time it rained.

"Stay in the car and don't move around. I'll go take a look." With that, Sadie opened the door and got out.

"Mommy, take care!" the three kids reminded her in unison.

Mia's pet parrot, Coco, popped out of her pocket, looking around curiously.

Mia pulled out a pack of snacks and fed it into Coco's little beak. She gently rubbed its fluffy head and said, "Coco, hold on a little longer. We'll be home soon!"

"Sir, I'm really sorry! I never meant to!" The taxi driver anxiously explained, "It's all because of that woman. With her three kids and luggage, my car was overloaded. That's why the accident happened!"

As the taxi driver spoke, he saw Sadie approach and hurried to shift the blame to her. "You should take responsibility for this!"

"Why would I" Sadie was about to argue when the window of the Rolls-Royce suddenly rolled down.

"Forget about it. Boss has an emergency now." A young man in the passenger seat said coldly, glancing briefly at Sadie's face.

"I see."

be more careful next time before he swiftly got back

head and noticed a man in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. His back was mostly exposed, revealing a terrifying cut that was

A wolf's head!

astonishment, staring blankly at the

It was him!

It was that man!

block the way! Move

the taxi

fell to the ground. When she looked up, the Rolls-Royce had already

watched the car disappear, her

up

bouncer at the nightclub? How could he afford such an expensive car? How did

the ground, Nathan immediately jumped out of the car and rushed over. He looked like an angry little lion, clenching his little fists and questioning

grumbled, "How dare you yell at me? If it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't have had such

car in the front. It's none of our business," Noah reasoned in his young voice. "You are the driver. You were driving too

Mia pouted and angrily pointed toward the

flapped its