The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 675

In an estate that was filled with all kinds of flowers and full of vitality and fragrance.

The four little guys enjoyed a delicious dinner in the estate’s room and sat in a row.

Number One sat across from them with a warm look on his cold and stiff face. “What’s your name?” he asked Ollie.

Ollie tilted his head and replied slowly with a sweet smile, “Hi, my name is Rowell Lockwood. What’s yours?”

Number One was silent for a moment and thought, Rowell Lockwood. Lockwood…”

He thought of Number Two.

Number One’s gaze became a little complicated. He waved his hand and said, “My name is Number One… Come here.”

Ollie walked up to him and was pulled into his embrace. “Don’t go back in the future. How about living with me?”

A thought flashed across Ollie’s mind. “Here comes another man who wants to snatch me away!”

Previously, Mr. Zolo, Mr. Docker, and Mr. Arvid all wanted to snatch me away.”

Then, they were punished badly by his parents.

Mr. Fernando was much smarter. He always brought Ollie away by stealth.

Ollie looked at Number One with an experienced gaze and said, “Sir, aren’t you afraid that my parents will beat you up?”

Number One’s face turned solemn. “Why would I be afraid of them? Sweetie. You’re my child from now on.”

and said helplessly, “Well, if you’re

yawned lazily, and he looked lethargic and completely

fondly and liked him even more. With a hint of softness in his eyes, he smiled and said, “What a good child.” He picked up Ollie and

the sight of this scene, the two

“So the famous Strix

father’s voice, the two little princes

Isabella followed him

if you want a child, have one yourself. Why are you snatching

Malakai. When they saw

into tears. She pointed upstairs and said, Daddy, Ollie is going to be kidnapped by the bad

originally glaring at Draxton, but when he heard

mom and dad calmly, and then said to the little princess, “Kavia, I wasn’t kidnapped by a

he could forget about keeping the child in his

he could only return

seems like you’ve been

that I can make things difficult for you, Of course, I’m doing

better to do?”

“Yes, I have too much time on my hands. I

you keep finding trouble with us?”

said, “How about this? Give me the child and I won’t find

two of

knew that they

be beaten up by his parents as well. How pitiful he

cross-legged on the sofa and propped up his cheeks with his chubby little hands. He looked like he was waiting to watch a

you afraid? You might not be