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

Chapter 344 An Ungrateful Soul

"I noticed," Mason replied with a slight smile. "I was speaking with the kindergarten teachers downstairs a while ago. Seems like there's another version of the story." "Hmm?" Sadie frowned, feeling perplexed herself.

"Whatsoever," Mason changed the subject of conversation, "as long as you and the kids are safe, it's the only thing that matters."

"Yes." Sadie didn't want to dig any deeper. No matter what the truth was, she knew she couldn't stand against it. Now her priority was to ensure her children's safety. All the other things could wait. "I'm leaving. Take care of yourself," Mason said with a deep gaze at her face before walking away. He paused at the elevator entrance, turning back to her. "Sadie, you always have another choice." "What do you mean?" Sadie didn't understand his implications.

"There are people who can protect you if things get too tough," Mason said with a meaningful tone. "Just think about it."

He stepped into the elevator.

Frowning in confusion, Sadie closed the door. As she turned around, her father's last will popped into her mind.

Her father had mentioned that in a dire situation, she could call a number from state M. No matter the trouble, that person would solve it for her!

she have forgotten

if she faced another crisis. But then again, she remembered her father's stern reminder in the will,

this person. It

it. For now, she needed to tackle the immediate problems. Back in her room, she changed into pajamas, lay in bed, and sent Brenda a text: "Brenda, the kids are safe. Don't worry. I'll drop by

...

Micah sat on the balcony in his robe, staring

him, "Miss Roth has returned home. Levis and Miss Bell from the kindergarten

the house. I think he understands the consequences now and won't bother Miss Roth again." "Hmm," Micah grunted, taking another drink before

"But once those kids reach out to Mr. Clemens by themselves, it'll be

worry about that," Micah said coldly. "Sadie would hate it for Grandpa Clemens to find

getting late. You should get some

bowed his

drink, his eyes fixed on his

calls, nothing at