Hank Thompson listlessly touched his head and didn’t say anything.
He knew very well that he was playful and lively, but he genuinely believed that he could be quite reliable at times.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, he saw the chocolate in Jack Thompson’s hand and couldn’t resist pouncing on it once more.
It wasn’t that he loved chocolate, he just enjoyed fooling around with his siblings.
Cyrus Thompson shook his head helplessly, it seemed that the boy’s nature was not going to change.
He called the Nanny to clean up the room a bit.
He sat on the sofa, recalculating the overall route.
All set; let’s get moving!
However, just as they were about to leave, they were stopped.
"Young masters and misses, you can’t leave. If anything were to go wrong, how would we explain it to our bosses?" The head nanny spoke with a troubled expression on her face. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel~fire~net
"We’ll take care of our safety. Don’t worry," Cyrus said indifferently, his calm tone and superior demeanor left the nannies momentarily speechless.
"There’s no need for ’buts.’ If anything goes wrong, we’ll take responsibility. Otherwise, I can fire you right now," Cyrus’s gaze showed an icy light.
It was the first time the adult nannies felt such intimidation from a child’s glance.
Although the adults employed them, these children were the masters and had the right to dismiss them.
"Very well then, young masters and misses, please take care."
The helpless nanny had no choice but to step aside, making a passage for the children, and they politely sent them on their way.
However, the moment they left the hotel room, the nanny immediately contacted the security guards at every exit of the hotel, making sure the children were protected discreetly.
Since they couldn’t stop the children, certain measures were still needed.
Cyrus Thompson took his younger brothers and sisters to the BK Hotel lobby and promptly hailed a taxi outside.
In the taxi, the driver, with widened eyes, looked at the six adorable kids standing next to it, utterly shocked.
"What are you doing... where are your parents?"
He had been driving and taking fares for many years, but he had never seen several toddlers hailing a cab all together.
Perhaps sensing the driver’s surprise, Cyrus Thompson slowly began, "Uncle driver, I’m planning to take my siblings to this place to find our father."
As he spoke, Cyrus handed over a small piece of paper.
The driver hurriedly took the little note from his hand, brought it up to his eyes and was taken back.
Isn’t this the address of Riley Group? These kids’ father works at this big company?
The driver’s confusion escalated.
After all, the renown of Riley Group echoed around the world, and anyone who worked there had to be elite among the elite.
Then he took another look at these adorable kids.
The way these kids were dressed and presented themselves certainly had the look of rich young masters and misses. Perhaps they were the offspring of some elites in Riley Group.
With these thoughts, he promptly got out of the car, helping Cyrus and the playful little ones into the vehicle.
He reminded them to fasten their seatbelts, and naturally, Cyrus, in the passenger seat, did so.
There were only three seat belts in the back seat, so Chad Thompson and Jack Thompson went together, Grace Thompson and Olivia Thompson together.
Once again, Hank Thompson was undoubtedly left out.
However, he was excellent at consoling himself, being alone with a seat belt was less restrictive.
He then picked up his game console and began playing a game, head down.
Throughout the journey, the children’s laughter filled the small space.
"Wow, bro, is that the building you mentioned in the storybook before?"
Jack Thompson excitedly took hold of Hank Thompson’s hand, speaking with some anticipation.