Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

Chapter 69 “Where is your superior?” Miles had to look up to meet the man’s gaze. On the bridge his tiny yet pointy nose sat a pair of impressive-looking sunglasses, contrasting his fair skin very well. However, his appearance, coupled with his height, made an adorable sight, much to the officer’s amusement. “You’re looking for our superior, huh? Who are you?” Miles raised his chin and puffed his cheeks, saying, “I’m Ollie Mason, Cedrick Mason’s son. Have your superior come and see me.”

The man fell silent for a second.

He looked at the boy before him, and his lower jaw fell unhinged. “Cedrick Mason’s…son?” Was this the renowned Young Master Ollie?

Well, rumors had it that the boy was barely four years old this year. He should look similar to the boy before him at this moment.

Miles pursed his lips and looked crossed. “Get him to see me, now!”

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searching for Catelyn. Meanwhile, the officer gave his colleague a signal, asking for him to dial the front desk to verify the boy’s identity. However, when he turned around, he saw Miles sprinting to the corridor that led to the interrogation room. He quickly dashed forward and stopped him, bowing with a smile. “Young Master Ollie, this is the interrogation room, and there are many criminals locked up inside.” “You just do as I say, and shut up when I didn’t even ask for you to speak. Open the door! Do you want me to ask

“Well….”

expression burning with persistence on his request. The man hesitated, but he then thought of Cedrick-the cold blooded boss that he wished he would never cross. He had no choice but to

Ollie. Here you

first room was a tall, buff man. This was not his mother, his Big Kitty. Miles walked out and continued looking into the second room, then into the third, before walking up to the fourth.

by, visibly concerned and annoyed to have been pranked.” Simon! The front desk verified that the Masons’

“What? An imposter?”

enraged that a mere boy had fooled him, instantly turned

took out a gun from his bag, pointing it at

“Don’t move.”

beads of sweat

were jelly. The other two officers were petrified, too. “I don’t have time to waste on you guys.”

closing in on the trigger as though about to shoot. “I’m counting to three. If you don’t get her out,