Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 712 Big Pets, Small Pets

"This is outrageous!" Mr. Clemens Senior erupted, his voice thick with indignation. "What kind of people are they? How dare they keep eagles as pets? Do they believe they can control such creatures?" "That's right," Silas echoed, his disbelief mirroring that of his elder. "I shall relay this information to Micah. He will handle the situation accordingly."

Mr. Clemens Senior, however, was not yet satisfied. "Noah, give it another look. Who lives in the villa to the north?" He was eager to confirm if the residents were members of the notorious James family. Noah peered at the computer screen once more. "It appears to be a group of young women..." His voice trailed off as he noticed a figure glaring directly into the lens of the mechanical pigeon's camera.

Caught off guard, Noah attempted to redirect the pigeon, but it was too late. A gunshot rang out, and the computer screen was instantly transformed into a chaotic mess of white static, punctuated by the harsh crackle of electronic interference.

"My pigeon!" Noah leapt to his feet, his small hands balled into tight fists, his face flushed with rage.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Clemens Senior asked, concern etched on his face.

"Some scoundrel has destroyed my mechanical pigeon," Noah replied, his voice a shout of fury. "This is an outrage!"

Mr. Clemens Senior's brow furrowed in displeasure. "This is intolerable! They dare to destroy my great-grandson's invention!"

Mr. Clemens Sr. turned to Silas and commanded, "Send someone over immediately. We must show them we are not to be trifled with!"

"Right away, sir." Silas was quick to respond, dialing a number and issuing instructions. "Inform them that their ferocious pets have frightened our family's young heirs. Moreover, they have damaged Noah's invention, and we demand an apology from the owner."

After ending the call, Silas turned to Mr. Clemens Senior. "Will this course of action suffice?"

Mr. Clemens Senior glanced at Noah. This was an opportunity to strengthen their bond. If someone had wronged his great-grandson, it was his duty to defend him. "What are your thoughts, Noah?"

Noah frowned, his anger still palpable. "While I admit that using the mechanical pigeon to spy on them was wrong, they had no right to destroy it. Couldn't they have communicated their displeasure instead?"

Silas nodded in agreement. "You're absolutely correct, Mr. Noah."

"Noah is right," Mr. Clemens Senior affirmed. "Furthermore, keeping eagles as pets is illegal in this country. Just the sound of one today frightened Coco. What if one of these creatures were to crash into something next time? Or worse, what if one were to attack Coco?"

Coco, visibly shaken, burrowed deeper into Mia's arms, trembling uncontrollably as if an eagle was indeed about to swoop down on it. "Exactly!" Nathan chimed in, his small fists clenched in righteous indignation. "Although I am skilled in martial arts, I've never battled an eagle." Mia, on the verge of tears, whimpered in fear.

"Nathan patted her head reassuringly. "Don't worry, Mia. I'll protect you."

Mr. Clemens Senior nodded his agreement. "Rest assured, I will handle this matter and ensure your safety!"

"Thank you, Great-Grandpa," Mia and Nathan chorused, throwing themselves into Mr. Clemens Senior's arms in a display of affection. Noah, too, expressed his gratitude, and the longstanding distance between the two generations seemed to lessen that day.

"I'll contact Micah and inform him of the situation," Silas declared, stepping aside to make the call.

"Micah," Silas began once the call was answered. "I've just spoken with Rylan about the situation at Half Mountain North. You're aware of it, correct?"

"I am," Micah replied. "I'll handle it."

"Very well," Silas continued. "However, Noah's mechanical pigeon was destroyed again. He's quite upset, and Mr. Clemens Sr. has decided to intervene personally..." "No, please don't!" Micah interjected hastily.

"Pardon?" Silas was taken aback.

"It's a minor issue, and I can handle it. There's no need to involve the old man," Micah quickly explained. "At his age, it's unseemly to engage in a dispute over a children's matter." "I think so too..." Silas murmured, covering his mouth as he whispered, "But I'm unable to dissuade him."