All Chapters of Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The chopper hovers noisily as it lands on the grasslands at the back of the mansion. Archie is the first person to get off the chopper as soon as the door creeps open. He glances at his pet cage for a while and smiles at the little bunny before striding inside the house without waiting for the rest.Mr Gordon steps down next, he turns around and stretches out his arms for Melanie to jump into his open arms.“Come on, you can't stand over there forever. Let me help you down,” he yells to her when she seems reluctant to get down from the chopper.The air from the chopper blade blows heavily, making Mr Gordon's hair scattered all over his face.“Are you sure you can carry me? I'm quite heavy you know,” she yells back to him, dabbing her face with her palm.Mr Gordon scoffs loudly. “As if I haven't carried you before. You're lighter than the passing wind.” he cracks as he flips his head backwards.“Okay. But if you fall, know you brought it upon yourself,” she warns, getting ready to jump

Archie hurriedly rushes down the stairs to the dining room. He meets Melanie and his father in the dining room, already eating breakfast without him.“Eating without me? That's the number one act of betrayal.” he groans as he sits down beside Melanie, to eat his breakfast of macaroni and cheese.“Good morning to you too!” Melanie chuckles and rubs his now short jet black hair.It's been weeks already since they got back from their short vacation, Archie cut and dye his hair black, days ago after much taunting from Olive. “I didn't greet you, you know?” he glare hard at her, totally ignoring his father's presence in the dining room.This past few weeks, Archie has grown fond of Melanie and it would be hard to tell that she isn't his mother, at first encounter.“I thought you did.” Melanie grins, glancing at her wristwatch to check the time. “I’m running late. Archie, I'm sorry, but you will have to follow your dad this morning. My schedule starts in the next ten minutes.” she conveyed

Archie is seen riding recklessly on the road, the superbike seems so difficult for him to ride, but he doesn't know how to tell the people he almost crashes into that he's still an amateur.He's on his way to school and he's running late already, he fetches his phone from his pant pocket and checks the time to see he's already an hour late for school. He slides the phone back into his pant pocket, taking his gaze off the road.“Watch out where you're heading! You insolent fool!” Comes an angry voice of an aged woman, walking on the walkway of a prominent street.Archie whines as he couldn't fathom why the bike chooses to disgrace him. He lifts his gaze and smiles warmly at her. “I’m very sorry ma'am, my bike seems to be faulty, but I can assure you I still have it under control.” he hastily bows to the irritated woman who seems not to give a darn about his excuses.She rolls her eyes angrily. “Sell the stupid bike if it's giving you a problem, don't break my legs and start apologising

*click**clack*Mr Gordon's shoes click on the floor dazzlingly as he makes his way out of the conference hall of one of his prosperous companies, in New Zealand. His secretary (Harley) trails quietly behind him, swaying her hips magnificently in a black short gown she put on, she held tightly onto the file in her hand and swirls her hair over her shoulder.None of them says anything as they enter the office that looks so much like his office in New York City. A black swirl leather seat hid behind a well-arranged office desk, and tons of files was placed on both sides of the desk with a MacBook Pro at the centre of the desk.A resting area at the far end of the vast room, a long circular sofa with a glass table in the middle. A flat-screen TV hung neatly on the wall, with a mini fridge in a corner.Mr Gordon hastily walks towards his desk and plunges into the seat. “What about the project cost of the building resort? Any news? Have you received the estimated budget and have you gone t

Mr Gordon clutches tight at his head, running down the stairs like he's being spurred by hunting hounds. “Ahh,” he groans, pulling at his hair as a wave of neuralgia hit him. His head hurts badly and he needs something to make him stop reckoning about her.He sights Archie ascending the stairs, nodding his head to the song he's playing with his headphone. Mr Gordon shove him out of his way without caring to take a look if he had hurt the boy. He groans in pain as he makes his way down the stairs.He heads straight to the bar and plunges onto the stools, his eyes search the collection of drinks and randomly grabs a bottle of intoxicating liquor he didn't bother to check the brand. He flicks the lid open and moves the bottle to his lips, gulping the liquor mindlessly without hanging back to catch his breath. He abruptly stops drinking from the bottle and moves the liquor away from his mouth; gasping for breath; he hasn't noticed how much breath he had held in until he moves the bottle