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

Chapter 1157 Three Children

"I can play!" Emma pouted, her little face all serious. "I play really well, Auntie."

Sadie chuckled nervously, not sure what to say. "Uh..."

"She means she doesn't want you causing trouble right now," came a voice from the desk. The girl didn't even look up from her scribbling. "My name's Donna James. Hi, Auntie!"

"Hello!" Sadie replied, a bit amused. These three kids looked alike, but their personalities were totally different.

She couldn't help but marvel at how much they resembled Mia when she was younger-innocent eyes full of wonder, that same sweetness in their expressions. But these girls had naturally curly, thick hair and a mixed-race look, giving them an ethereal, doll-like appearance that was captivating.

"Where's their mom?" Sadie asked Terry quietly.

"It's a long story," Terry seemed reluctant to explain. He changed the subject. "Let's not get into it now. The private jet's ready. Mr. James wants me to take you to the airport at one o'clock sharp. Please take care of these three kids." "What's going on?" Sadie was confused. She raised an eyebrow. "It's already twelve, and we have to leave at one?"

"Yep," Terry nodded and urged. "You should get someone to pack quickly. Mr. James will be back to give you a few instructions, and then we'll head out."

Tristan be back?"

looked at his watch.

She also asked

sat on the sofa and chatted with

was super clingy, snuggling into Sadie's

was still messing around with her piano while Donna kept scribbling on

then, Tristan hurriedly returned, pushing open the study door. Seeing the three kids, his usually calm expression became complicated, and

kids saw Tristan and

open yogurt, fell to the ground after a few steps, spilling yogurt all over her face. She even stuck out her little tongue to lick the

playing with the piano, ran over and jumped into Tristan's arms, hitting his handsome face with her sheet

at the desk, ran over with a pen and a document full of scribbles,

and frowned, scolding, "Who told you

had ruined a

on me."

if on cue, Mary and Emma joined in, their cries echoing through