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

Chapter 711 The Raising of an Eagle

A gentle warmth began to trickle down from the crown of Noah's head, eliciting a shudder from him as he glanced upwards.

"Nathan gasped, pointing at the source of the warmth. "Oh dear, Coco pooped on Noah's head!"

Mia's hand flew to her eyes, shielding them from the sight. "How utterly revolting!" she exclaimed.

Noah's complexion took on a sickly green hue, a vein throbbing visibly on his forehead. His teeth ground together in anger as he bellowed, "Coco!"

In response, Coco hastily fluttered over to the safety of the sofa, casting a fearful glance at Noah. "Scared, scared," it whimpered pitifully.

"You pooped on my head and you're the one who's scared?" Noah's face flushed a deep crimson with indignation.

"Noah, Coco was likely startled by the noise just now. Try not to be too upset," Mr. Clemens Senior advised gently. "Go clean yourself up."

At his signal, a maid swiftly guided Noah away to wash his hair.

nanny car that day, a vehicle

flew into her embrace, nuzzling its fluffy head against Mia's cheek in a bid to

defecate on anyone's head next time, alright?" Mia instructed patiently. "Noah loves cleanliness,

scared," Coco repeated,

was that noise earlier? It frightened me as well," Nathan inquired curiously. "It sounded like

a moment before responding, "It bore some resemblance to a bird of prey. Although the mountains are teeming with a variety of creatures, it's unlikely to

originated from that car earlier," Mr. Clemens Senior, despite his advanced

domesticate an eagle?" Silas frowned. "Wait, there have been rumors about Tristan's fondness for exotic pets. We've suspected that the inhabitants of the mountain's midpoint are

Senior ordered, his expression grave. "I won't tolerate any threat to my family from

acknowledged, preparing

his hair and was now blow-drying it. He scrutinized his reflection in the mirror. Despite the absence of any visible stains, he felt a lingering discomfort, as if a foul odor clung to his scalp. "Noah, don't worry,

not going to school," Noah declared, his brow furrowed in distaste. The thought of attending school with a potentially malodorous head was unbearable. "I'll come back

like Micah, had a severe obsession with cleanliness. He

had overheard the conversation between Mr. Clemens Senior and Silas, and he was curious to ascertain whether the noise he had heard earlier was indeed

the silver Rolls-Royce, dispatching his mechanical pigeon to