The Boss in the Business World is Actually a Cute Baby

Chapter 3: Being Accused of Being a Thief

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Sure enough, Steve accepted my proposal and asked the driver to send me back to his place.

However, he didn’t have time to accompany me home. He had to rush back to his company to deal with some matters. After all, he was the richest person in the city, of course, he was quite busy.

After he got off the car, the driver sighed. “Miss Sheila, you’re really something. Just now, when the CEO heard that you were in trouble, he rushed over before the meeting ended. This is the first time he’s done this at work.”

I smiled sweetly at him and said softly, “I’m his cutest niece. Of course, he came and saved me.”

The driver was amused by my proud words. “Miss Sheila is really cute. The CEO has been alone all these years. It’s great that he now has you by his side.”

I chatted with the driver and got some more information. However, this child’s body and energy were limited. After a while, I felt sleepy.

I had a very sweet dream in the car. I dreamed that with Steve’s capital, I dominated the stock market and become a financial tycoon. Endless money piled up in front of me like a mountain…

When I woke up, the car had stopped, but the driver was gone.

I opened the door and got out of the car in confusion. I looked around and found that I had arrived at the high-end villa area where Steve lived.

It’s probably here right? Maybe the driver needed to say hello to the housekeeper.

I didn’t think much of it. I followed the road and entered a very exquisite and beautiful small garden.

The flowers in the garden were in full bloom, but they weren’t messy at all. I felt as if I was walking into a Monet painting.

Although little Sheila’s family was quite wealthy, they were only ordinary compared to Steve.

I enjoyed the scenery all the way until I came to the entrance of the simple and modern villa at the end. It was modeled after the design of the Flowing Water Villa. The area was full of glass lighting. The villa was also designed to have a natural landscape inside and around the villa, blending the entire house into the environment. It was very artistic.

Steve was indeed the richest man in the world. He really had good taste.

I sighed again and decided to go forward and ring the doorbell.

However, the door was left ajar, so I just walked in.

I grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open…

The next second, I was hit in the back of the head. “Thief! What are you doing?”

I almost cried from the pain. I covered the back of my head and turned around. Then, I saw a beautiful boy who was half a head taller than me. He was holding a baseball bat and looking at me vigilantly.

“I’m not a thief!” I covered my head and retorted with a sobbing tone, “Who are you?”

“Who am I? The owner of this house is my father. Who did you think I was?” The little boy’s pretty face was filled with anger. The light in his eyes was fierce and arrogant, as if he looked down on the entire world.

At this moment, I realized that I had come to the wrong place. I asked with some guilt, “This isn’t Steve’s home?”

The bully stared at me with a sullen face. “Of course not. You’re looking for Steve? Who are you to him?”

From his tone, it was obvious that he doubted that I had anything to do with Steve.

How could I be suppressed by a child? So I answered very firmly, “I’m his niece.”

“Stop lying. There has never been a child in Steve’s home. Where did you come from? Did you really think that you could pretend to be Steve’s relative? Everyone knows that he hates children. Why would he let you go to his house?” His tone was filled with ridicule and disdain, making it seem like I was lying.

I couldn’t take it anymore and gave him a push. “Not only did you hit me and not apologize, you still want to talk to me like this? You’re really uneducated!”

“A thief who sneaks into someone else’s house is truly uneducated.”

“Who are you calling a thief?”

“I’m talking about you!”

I didn’t know why, but as we argued, the two of us really started to fight.

However, the little tyrant would never have expected that before I was reborn, I had learned taekwondo, and I was even a level six black belt! You want to beat me? No way!

Just as the little tyrant was pressed to the ground by me, struggling in an extremely pathetic and unconvinced manner, a pleasant male voice interrupted him. The voice was like a handful of clean sand falling onto a jade plate. It sounded comforting and had a nice texture, “Randall! Why are you fighting with a girl? You’re too ungentlemanly!”

Then, he turned his gentle gaze towards me. The smile on his lips could melt an entire winter. “I’m really sorry, my younger brother is very rash.” Then, he turned around and said, “You’re really cute. What’s your name?”

Little Sheila’s memory came flooding back… This man was the famous singer, Owen! Little Sheila loved to listen to him sing!

Oh my God, he looks even better in person than on TV!