Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!

The Clemens family

Micah sneezed twice in a row, a sudden sensation washing over him as if someone was speaking ill of him. Was it Sadie, that little troublemaker?

"Micah, I just heard that Grandpa Clemens has banned the Potter family," Andrew informed him, approaching with news.

"Why is he still so temperamental?" Micah raised an eyebrow. "What did the Potter family do to infuriate him so much?"

"Rumor has it that Ronan Potter's mother, Linda, caused a scene at the Castle Restaurant and offended Grandpa Clemens," Andrew recounted the incident, then added, "Grandpa Clemens has now made the restaurant free for everyone. What used to cost a hundred bucks for parent-child admission is now complimentary."

"That's childish!" Micah was at a loss for words. "He's acting like a child despite his old age!"

"They say an old soul isn't all that different from a child," Andrew chuckled. "I've heard that ever since Grandpa Clemens got to know those three kids, his mood has been fantastic - with laughter all day and high spirits. That's a good thing, right?"

"A good thing?" Micah glared at him frostily. "Do you think Grandpa Clemens getting close to Mason's kids is a good thing?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant..." Andrew hastily covered his mouth. "I misspoke!"

Micah's expression darkened, and he downed his glass in one gulp. Suddenly, he stood up. "Get the car ready."

"Yes, sir!"

...

Meanwhile, Sadie stepped out of a taxi, pulling her hat low and wearing a mask and sunglasses, sneaking her way into the Castle Restaurant.

Inside, she noticed many parents sitting in the lounge area, casually chatting while enjoying pastries and drinks, excitedly discussing, "Before, it was a hundred dollars for one adult and one child together. We could only come here once a month. Now that it's free and all the treats are there for you, I'm planning to be here every day!"

"I'm so lucky we were here today. We saved a hundred bucks right there!"

"Yes, but word is getting out. More parents are lining up at the door with their kids. I bet they'll start limiting entries soon."

"They'll have to enforce crowd control. Even though the owner is rich, this place can't accommodate everyone. Plus, with too many people, the service is bound to deteriorate."

"Well, even with crowd control, it's still a bargain."

"Oh, I wish I knew which wealthy man bought out this restaurant, making it free for everybody. If I ever run into him, I'm gonna thank him big time!"

"Same!"

Overhearing this conversation, Sadie felt puzzled. She had only brought her kids here once, and that time it had cost her and Brenda an arm and a leg for a couple of combo tickets and an extra single kid's ticket.

"Is it free now?" she wondered.

Lost in thought, Sadie's ears perked up at a familiar voice. "Let me in, let me in! My grandson's still in there."

Not wanting to be recognized, Sadie quickly ducked behind a cartoon character statue, craning her neck to see what was happening.

Soon enough, an employee escorted Billy out of the playground and handed him over to Linda and the Potter family's bodyguards.

Billy looked back longingly but was hurriedly dragged away by Linda with anxiety.

The two employees watched them leave, murmuring to each other, "The ladies of the Potter family sure know how to throw their weight around. Last time, the young Mrs. Potter insisted on having the place to herself, kicking out all the other kids and leaving a trail of tearing kids and raged parents. Today, the old Mrs. Potter, strutting again as the young one, didn't expect to meet someone of even higher stature. Grandpa Clemens bought the Castle Restaurant for his triplet grandkids and opened it up for the public, free of charge. Now that's the kind of class that comes with real wealth!"

"Absolutely!"