Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler
Chapter 69

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!"

The man, though not believing Miles entirely, brought him to the lobby. Miles ran around as soon as he was in the lobby, searching high and low for Catelyn, like a detective dog. The station smelled completely off, and he could not smell Catelyn. He then wandered out to continue 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 my father to come here?" snapped the boy defiantly. It was hard for them to be suspicious of the boy.

"Well...."

"Open the door now, or I'm going to get angry!" Miles' tiny hands rested on his hips, his 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 open the door of the first interrogation room.

"Understood, Young Master Ollie. Here you go."

In the 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. Miles had a strong feeling that Catelyn was in there."

Suddenly, a shift worker came by, visibly concerned and annoyed to have been pranked." Simon! The front desk verified that the Masons' young master is still at Mason Group's office now!" he snapped. "This one is an imposter!"

"What? An imposter?"

Simon, enraged that a mere boy had fooled him, instantly turned to grab Miles. "You dare to prank me, you little brat?"

However, Miles leaped backward and took out a gun from his bag, pointing it at Simon's forehead.

"Don't move."

Simon froze instantly as beads of sweat slowly formed on his forehead.

Never did he expect a mere boy to be carrying a gun with him! "Let's...calm down, kiddo. That's not something to play with." Simon shivered, his legs feeling like they were jelly. The other two officers were petrified, too. "I don't have time to waste on you guys." Miles raised his chin and demanded, "Open this door, and release the person inside." "Catelyn Clark is locked up in here, and she's a criminal! We can't

The boy's expression darkened ruthlessly, his index finger closing in on the trigger as though about to shoot. "I'm counting to three. If you don't get her out, I will shoot."