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."

he had to eat at the desk, which she felt was inappropriate, but she did it anyway. "Thank

picked up the meal and started

time; there's no rush." Mary looked at him affectionately. "You can have some fruit juice,

"I'll call you when I'm done. You can go out

Mary replied and left the

However, he felt that those people would eventually come out. And so, the day passed until night

tired and sleepy. He lay his

car came from the computer. Noah immediately woke up, rubbed his eyes, and

and eight female bodyguards stood in an orderly line

suit walked out

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

Noah dared not blink, keeping his eyes

upper body,

glimpse of the person's face. Despite the risk of being detected,

descended, perching on a tree near the door. The camera angle lowered, gradually revealing the person who was half-covered by the umbrella, with only the face left

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