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

The three kids quickly finished lunch and then went upstairs to change clothes.

Only the three of them were in the room. Nathan pulled Noah aside and asked in a low voice, "Noah, you deliberately said you want to go out to play, right? Are you planning to take us to meet Mommy?" "Yes." Noah nodded.

"That's great," Mia exclaimed excitedly, "I thought you really wanted to go out to play just now. Dad is working so hard and so busy. I was wondering why you caused trouble for him. Now I know you want to take us to find Mommy." "It's not easy," Noah said softly with a frown, "Dad's bodyguards are much smarter than our great-grandpa, and they know us better. Later on the way, we need to put on a show together and see if we can get away. If it's really not possible, you guys cover for me, and I'll go first."

"Are you going to find Mommy alone again?" Nathan frowned in annoyance. "I disagree. You do this every time."

"Yeah, we want to see Mommy too." Mia pouted.

"Now is the time to work together. No internal conflicts," Noah urged, "Alan and the others are very alert. I may not even be able to slip away alone, let alone with you two. I'm just suggesting. If we can't slip away, we'll just go to Ruby Plaza as usual. Maybe Mommy will come to see us quietly like last time."

"Well, we'll listen to you." Nathan reluctantly agreed for the sake of the big picture.

"If there's a chance, you have to take us to see Mommy together. You can't see her alone secretly, got it?" Mia frowned, looking at Noah seriously.

got it." Noah nodded repeatedly. "Alright, you guys go back

minutes later, Alan escorted the three kids

extended Rolls-Royce, followed by an off-road

kids in the Rolls-Royce, on high alert, afraid that anything untoward might happen. After all, Andrew had just

made any mistake too, Alan might be made

was even scarier than getting

stuffy in the car. Can you roll down the window for some fresh air?" Noah deliberately found

have to watch Little Coco; don't let it fly out," Alan reminded and then rolled down the window

from his seat, pulling Alan. "Alan, I heard you're good at Thai

okay. Just

"Little Coco!"

scream and before anyone could react,

stomped her feet and screamed. "Stop the car. I want

are really