Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 359 Let Go of My Granddaughter

At the Castle Restaurant, every waiter and waitress would dress up as a character from fairy tales.

Waiters and waitresses are dressed as angels or elves, bodyguards are dressed as hunters and knights, while the bartenders are dressed as witches.

Every child entering the restaurant gets to wear their favorite character's costume. Little Mia transformed into the Little Mermaid, while Noah and Nathan were dressed as the Little Prince.

Grandpa Clemens was also dressed in the attire of an old king, while Silas was accordant to his true profession, dressed as the butler from fairy tales.

Grandpa Clemens, gazing at his reflection, let out a hearty laugh. "I must say, it really suits the occasion!"

"Grandpa Clemens, you exude such grandeur!" Silas complimented him sincerely. Despite his age, he stood tall and full of vigor.

The three children cheered with excitement, "Grandpa, you truly look like a king!"

"If I'm a king, then you are my little princes and princess!" Grandpa Clemens beamed with joy as he led the children. "Let's go dine!" "Yay, it's time to eat!" Nathan shouted cheerfully.

"Oops, I can't walk!"

Mia, the Little Mermaid, awkwardly wriggled her tail, unable to take a step, and nearly tumbled over.

Thankfully, Prince Noah was quick to steady her.

"Haha!" Grandpa Clemens burst out laughing. "Adorable, yet mischievous! Our mermaid hasn't turned into a human yet, so she can't walk. Grandpa's got you!" Saying this, Grandpa Clemens bent down to pick up Mia.

"Oh no, I should do it," Silas said.

"How inconsiderate!" Grandpa Clemens shot him a glare and squatted down, saying, "Come on up, Mia!"

Silas didn't dare object any further.

Mia clambered awkwardly onto Grandpa Clemens's back, wrapping her arms around his neck, and shouted joyously, "Grandpa, you're the best!"

"You are so light. I could carry the three of you with no trouble at all," Grandpa Clemens said, feeling a surge of vitality. With one hand supporting Mia's little legs and the other bracing against the wall, he stood up. But just as he straightened his back, a "crack" sounded, and his back seized up, rendering him unable to move.

"Grandpa!" Silas quickly steadied Grandpa Clemens, asking, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Grandpa Clemens replied, clutching his lower back, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Mia's little face turned pale with fright as she asked anxiously, "Am I too heavy?"

"No, no, it's not about you, Mia." Grandpa Clemens tried to straighten his back with some difficulty, still attempting to maintain his sense of humor. "It must be some witch who has hexed me!" "Grandpa..." Silas was very worried but didn't have the heart to confront Grandpa Clemens.

"Mia, get down," Noah said, noticing the issue, and quickly went to help Mia off.

"No need, I can carry her," Grandpa Clemens insisted, still trying to act tough. "She is a three-year-old child. How could I not carry her? Back in my day, I was unbeatable in any fight." "At your age, you're still showing off!"

A haughty voice suddenly cut through.

Noah looked up, his small brow furrowed, his eyes becoming guarded.

Micah reached out to take Mia from Grandpa Clemens's back, intending to set her down on the ground, but the hem of her mermaid dress caught on the button of his sleeve, and for a moment, it wouldn't come free, so he held her aloft. "Let me down, let me down!"

Mia was scared at the sight of this frightening stranger and started to cry, her chubby little face frowning and her small legs kicking as if she truly were a mermaid squirming her tail.

"Quiet!" Micah said, holding her up in one hand and helping Grandpa Clemens with the other. "Are you okay? Do we need to head to the hospital?" "I'm fine!"

Grandpa Clemens braced his aching back, looking up to see Micah twisting Mia's arm as if she were a little chicken.

Mia's lips puckered in distress, her eyes brimming with tears as she pleaded for rescue, "Grandpa, save me!"

Grandpa Clemens's heart clenched in pain. With a swift smack on Micah's head, he barked, "You little scoundrel, let go of my granddaughter!"