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

Chapter 55 The Legendary Chip

Brenda ran over and used tables and chairs to block the door, afraid of someone breaking in again. Noah immediately rushed into the kitchen and brought out two knives, handing them to Brenda.

Brenda held one knife in her hand and stood guard at the door like a guard.

Nathan ran to the balcony to find brooms, mops, and clotheslines-everything that could be a defensive weapon and distributed them to the family.

Then, he took out a rope, waving it a few times with great grandeur!

The entire family armed themselves, ready for battle.

But for a long time, there was no movement outside...

Mia bit her lip, trembling all over, her big grape-like eyes teary.

"Don't be afraid. I will protect you." Sadie held Mia and discussed with Brenda. "Do you think we should call the police?"

"I do!" Brenda hurriedly went to find her phone.

"The most urgent thing now is to have Coco poop the chip," Noah squinted, analyzing like a little detective. "Otherwise, when the police come, they might take Coco away first, and who knows? They might even cut Coco open to find..."

into tears. "No, don't... "Do not let them take

wipe Mia's tears. "Mia, don't be afraid. I will protect

right. We should let Coco poop the chip first," Sadie said worriedly, furrowing her brow. "But it's been so

took out a small green bottle. "How

this?" everyone

prescribed this for me," Brenda said a little embarrassed. "It works really

are we waiting

smaller dose. Otherwise, Coco won't be able to handle

"1/10..."

hour later, the whole family

hung its head low, looking spiritless. It let out a few pitiful cries before pacing back and forth in the

worry. "Will Coco's stomach be able to handle

it a little longer. Once it's out, it will be fine. Otherwise, those bad people will cut open your belly..." "Stop talking!" Mia screamed, cutting off Nathan's words. She was

I won't say

speaking, Noah

staring intently at its backside

our Coco to push

large pile of diluted bird droppings. This time, there was no need for

high-fiving each other, as if they had