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

Chapter 739 Fierce Killing Intent

Noah had been staring at the computer in the room, waiting for the master to come out so he could see her clearly. After waiting for a long time, she still hadn't appeared, and all the doors and windows of the mansion were closed. Apart from the cold outer walls of the mansion, the mechanical pigeons couldn't capture anything.

Noah felt a bit hungry, so he started eating the chocolate toast on the table, finished the milk, and then continued to stare at the computer.

Shortly afterwards, it was already noon, and Mary knocked on the door from outside, calling out softly, "Young Master, it's time for lunch." Unconsciously, it was already noon.

Noah's eyes were sore, and his stomach was empty, but he didn't want to give up this opportunity, so he said to Mary, "Please bring the meal to me; I'll eat in the room."

Mary looked at Grandpa Clemens behind him.

Grandpa Clemens nodded, and Mary immediately said, "Alright, I'll go prepare it."

Noah continued to monitor the computer, refusing to believe that those people wouldn't come out.

Mary prepared the meal, knocked on the door, and, upon seeing Noah sitting at the desk staring at the computer, kindly advised, "Young Master, if you keep staring at the computer like this, you might harm your eyes. Come, let's have a meal first."

"Thank you, Mary." Noah turned to Mary. "Please bring it over here for me."

meal on the dining table, but he had to eat at the desk, which she felt

meal and started eating

at him affectionately. "You can have

you when I'm done. You can go out and be busy;

Mary replied and left the

computer, but there was still no movement in the mansion. However, he felt that those people would eventually

lay his head on the table and

computer. Noah immediately woke up, rubbed

door had opened, and eight female bodyguards stood in an orderly line at it, holding black

in a black suit walked out of

immediately. He hurriedly leaned closer, staring at the woman. Since he saw her back in the morning, he felt she resembled his mom, so he had to see her clearly, even if it meant not eating, drinking, or sleeping. But a whole day had passed, and he still

had come, Noah dared not blink,

the umbrella covered her upper body, making it

swiftly adjusted the angle of the mechanical pigeon, lowering it in the hope of catching a glimpse of the person's face. Despite the risk of being detected, Noah was unconcerned at this moment. His

camera angle lowered, gradually revealing the person who was half-covered by the umbrella, with only the face

his breath, staring at the screen, his small hands clenched into fists,