Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler novel Chapter 24

The guards stepped toward Albert. Every one of them was tall and muscular, dressed in security uniform with a red banner on their arm and walkie-talkies hanging on their waist.

With a stern expression, one of them said, “For kidnappers, you sure are brave for daring to come here to the hospital. Tie them up!”

Stunned, Albert looked at them in disbelief. “K—Kidnappers?!”

“Yeah,” the nurse snorted in contempt. “Luckily, that boy you brought in was smart enough to fake being sick so that he could ask for help in the hospital. Otherwise, you would’ve gotten what you wanted! Security, don’t waste time talking to them. Send these scumbags to the police station!”

The bodyguards behind Albert felt defeated. “What do you mean, we kidnapped a boy?” they argued exasperatedly. “That’s our young master!”

‘Young Master? Crap!’ Albert’s eyes widened as he then ran past the guards and the nurse before darting into the children’s ward.

The doctor was writing a medical report when someone stormed in. Startled, the doctor stood up from his chair and ran to the door to stop Albert by grabbing a corner of his clothes. “Hey, what are you doing?”

Albert looked around, only to find the clinic empty with no sign of Miles. Instantly, he felt as though he could just spit blood.

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At the same time, on the top floor of the Mason Group’s building…

Cedrick had just ended a multinational meeting inside the director’s office when he received a call from the bodyguard, telling him that Ollie had pretended to be sick and escaped.

Instantly, the temperature in the office dropped. Furious, Cedrick’s lips curled into a cold sneer.

What a great son he had. Cedrick had only locked him into a room, and he immediately faked illness to escape. Cedrick wondered if he should praise his son’s wisdom in being able to come up with such a plan.

“Find him.” He slammed his knuckles against the table and glanced at Eason casually. His voice was low and enticing, but Eason could not help but worry for the young master.

In the end, he lay face-down on the bed before grabbing the blanket and sniffing with all his might. His big, dark eyes were filled with distrust, but then he sighed a long breath of relief.

‘Good! This doesn’t smell like another guy. I guess he didn’t sleep here,’ he thought.

Once he was done with everything, Miles felt refreshed, but at the same time, hungry. He went to the kitchen to grab an apple when suddenly he heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

His eyes widened as he stared at the door warily, thinking, ‘Is that guy coming back?’

When he saw the face of the person stepping in, his pupils contracted and the knife he was holding fell to the ground.

Miles stood up abruptly from the couch as he looked at the well-dressed boy standing by the door. The boy looked young and was wearing Miles’ black jacket.

Most importantly, that boy was the spitting image of him.