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

Chapter 252 Father's Keepsakes

"I always thought I would be there to guide and protect you throughout your life. That, all you needed to do was to grow and thrive happily.

"But now, it seems I have to depart first, leaving you alone in this harsh world to brave the inevitable storms...

"I can almost envision the struggles you'll face without me.

"People out there will go to extreme lengths, using every trick in the book to get their hands on your wealth. Seems you're only safe when you have nothing left. "So, I didn't dodge the inevitable. Let them fight over the scraps for all I care—I don't have much left, anyway.

"But, I've left you a way out...

"There's a silver document holder with bank information inside. It's for a private account I set up for you in Switzerland.

"Ever since you turned 13, I'd deposit $10,000,000 per year, not once touching it, no matter how tough times got for the company.

reliable for management. By the time

live modestly, one day marry a man who truly loves you, and lead a simple

those are just my hopes. Your life's path may not unfold as smoothly as I wish. "And if you ever face an insurmountable crisis or danger, I've left you another lifeline... "Inside the silver document holder, you'll find not only the bank details but also a black card. "On it is a phone number. If you're ever backed into a corner,

ready to tackle any colossal problem

only in dire straits, when you've hit rock bottom, should you make that call. Because once you do, a

She was suddenly aware of the many secrets

spoke of? Did they have anything to do with

is the mysterious person behind that phone number? Why would one call herald an entirely different life? 'And how could they

mythical door in fairy tales—the more forbidden it was, the more one was drawn to it. She opened the silver document holder and took out the black card with a phone number handwritten in golden letters. The

Zone 9 country-easy to remember with the five nines in a row. She recited it a few times and memorized it. 'Who could that person be?' The question

was about to look through photos in an album when her cell phone rang-it was a call from Micah. To receive

she still answered

Micah commanded with his usual domineering assertiveness. "Now. Right

send someone to pick you