Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 836

Bonnie stared for a long time, finally withdrew her eyes, and also raised her steps into the villa.

In the living room, a group of maids were standing respectfully in front of Ms. Michelle, talking in a flattering tone about what they were doing at the Grant Residence.

The butler, on the other hand, stood alone beside him, his pale figure looking extraordinarily stubborn.

"All right." Ms. Michelle set her eyes on the butler, "None of this interests me, I'm still more curious about what Aliyah has saved up over the years in the Grant family, butler, where is her warehouse?"

"I don't know!" The butler said immediately with a strained neck.

Ms. Michelle narrowed her beautiful, feminine eyes, "Does your daughter-in-law know, or is it your little grandson?"

"You ......" The housekeeper was powerless to fight back in the face of such a threat.

Although indignant, he had to take Ms. Michelle to the basement warehouse.

Bonnie went along with it.

After all, it's just an act. Ms. Michelle has to spit out as much as she takes now as she spits out later.

But only if she knew exactly what Ms. Michelle had taken.

The warehouse is located in a basement compartment, blocked by a wine cabinet and still has a 50 cm thick iron coded door.

The butler then went up to enter the password.

"You say the password and I'll open it." Ms. Michelle had a light in her eyes and already had something to look forward to.

The housekeeper gritted her teeth and gave the password to Ms. Michelle anyway.

0906.

It's Sebastian's birthday.

"She does love her son," Ms. Michelle tsked and curled her eyes with a smile, "by now they should have been reunited down there, or better yet, so they can continue to love their son."

Speaking of which, Aliyah should thank her for that.

After the shock, it was full of anger.

They should have belonged to her a long time ago!

If Aliyah hadn't stirred the pot, it would have been her who married into the Grant family, enjoyed it all, and had all these treasures!

But it doesn't matter, although it's a little late, but now the Grant family is still all hers!

Ms. Michelle thought, and reached out her hand, intending to touch the glass display case closest to her.

But when the hand was placed on it, the face suddenly became iron blue.

She lifted her head and went to look at another display case.

Followed by a third and a fourth.

Like a headless fly, she wandered around the warehouse and then returned to the housekeeper, hysterical, "What is this?!"