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."

will Tristan be back?" Sadie asked,

looked at his watch. "Ten minutes

to pack their luggage and prepare the documents. She also asked them to inform Noah and Mia

sofa and

clingy, snuggling into

her piano while Donna kept scribbling on a

pushing open the study door. Seeing the three kids, his usually calm expression became complicated, and his brows

saw Tristan and immediately ran

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

piano, ran over and jumped into

a pen and a document full of scribbles, ready to

snatched the document from her hand and frowned, scolding, "Who told

a multi-billion-dollar

you're being harsh on me." Donna pouted and started

Mary and Emma joined in, their cries echoing