Billionaire's Sweet Spoiled Twins

London. A certain underground parking lot. Both exits of the parking lot were blocked by police officers. In the middle of the ground, there lay a covered body under a white cloth. Surrounding the body, a group of people stood, waiting for the officers to question them one by one. "Sir, I know who the killer is!" A cute kid who appeared to be only four or five years old squeezed into the crowd and tugged at the clothes of the tall man referred to as "Boss" by the officers. Logan Wilson lowered his head and was instantly amazed by the little cutie. Such a beautiful child! The little boy wore a white tracksuit, with delicate features, rosy lips, big round eyes that sparkled, smooth and tender skin that looked so kissable. Logan kindly crouched down, kneeling on one knee, and asked softly, "Oh? Tell me, what did you see?" "I didn't see anything, but I figured it out!" The adorable kid raised his small, fair hand and pointed towards the opposite side of the crowd. "The killer is that lady wearing a white hat!" Logan followed his finger and looked over. Among the crowd, a woman in her forties or fifties, looking both flustered and angry, glared at the little cutie. "You brat, what nonsense are you spouting?" She then turned to Logan and said, "Officer, please don't listen to his nonsense. He's just a four or five-year-old kid, barely out of diapers. What does he know?" "My brother isn't lying!" Another adorable kid stepped out from the crowd. This little cutie wore the same tracksuit as his brother, only in a different color. His brother wore white. He wore black. "Sir, hello, I'm Christian Harrison, and he's my little brother, Charles Harrison." The little guy walked up to Logan, extending his tender, white hand in a polite manner, introducing himself and his brother to Logan. Despite being only four or five years old, he behaved like a little adult, very serious. Logan couldn't help but chuckle at him, reaching out his right hand to shake his. "Hello." "Sir, my little brother isn't making it up. That lady with the white hat is the killer!" Christian looked at Logan, speaking very seriously. Logan also noticed something off about the woman with the hat, but he wanted to hear why these two adorable kids were so certain that she was the killer. He looked at the two little cuties, intrigued, and asked, "Why are you so sure she's the killer?" "Because it's cloudy today, yet she's wearing a sun hat. And besides, this is an underground parking lot, so it's quite dark here, but she refuses to take off her hat!" Charles said in a childish voice. "Her attire is very refined, which indicates that she's someone who likes to dress up. But she's wearing a lady's dress while sporting a sporty sun hat. Someone who enjoys dressing up wouldn't dress like that. It suggests that the sun hat and the dress she's wearing don't belong together; she hastily put on the hat," Christian said seriously. Charles crouched down next to the body, pointing at the high-heeled shoe on the right foot of the corpse. "The heel on the right shoe is much cleaner than the one on the left shoe, indicating that it has been deliberately wiped clean." Christian looked at the woman with the hat, his little face stern. "I suspect that the victim had a dispute with that lady wearing the hat. The victim took off her high heel as a weapon and hit the lady on the head, causing her head to bleed. The lady was provoked by the victim and killed her. After the victim died, the lady put the shoes back on her and wiped off the bloodstains from the heels." Charles continued, "That auntie with yellow hair had noticeable red blood stains on her yellow hair. In a hurry, she couldn't clean the blood stains properly, so she took out a hat from her luggage and wore it to cover the blood stains and the injured area. Since the hat wasn't prepared carefully, it didn't match her clothes." The insightful analysis captured everyone's attention, focusing on the woman wearing the hat. The woman clutched her hat, looking flustered, and shook her head. "No, no, it's not true! He's talking nonsense, he's talking nonsense!" Before Logan could give any instructions, two police officers walked towards the woman wearing the hat. The woman screamed and turned to run. The officers quickly caught up and subdued her, removing her hat. Underneath the hat, on the back of her head, yellow hair was stained with a large patch of bright red blood, which stood out prominently. A chorus of astonishment erupted around: "She's really the killer!" "Those two kids are incredible! How old are they? Their intelligence is off the charts! Are they reincarnated geniuses?" "Are you sure this isn't a TV show? Someone's suspecting it's a prank being filmed by some outrageous TV station." "Maybe their parents taught them?" People looked around, searching for the family of the two adorable kids. The killer was caught, the evidence was solid, and there was no denying it. She was escorted away by the officers. The blockade was lifted. The two little charmers bounced back to their car and boasted to Kaia, who was sitting in the driver's seat, "Mom, aren't we amazing?" Kaia, a young and beautiful woman with stunning looks, proudly curled up her lips. "Super amazing!" "Yeah!" With their mother's praise, the two little boys laughed and high-fived in celebration. A moment later, a brand-new fiery Porsche Cayenne drove out of the parking lot. From the open rear window, a soft and tender voice drifted out, "Mommy, can we see Daddy in London?" The next day. London's top aristocratic family, the Miller family. Joseph Miller stared intently at the TV, where two little cuties with a striking resemblance appeared. Yesterday, a murder case occurred in an underground parking lot in central London. Coincidentally, a reporter happened to be present and secretly recorded the entire process of the little darlings analyzing the case. Joseph kept his eyes fixed on the slightly older-looking little cutie on the TV... the one who introduced himself as the older brother, Christian. That little cutie looked almost identical to his son when he was young! After the show ended, he went upstairs and quickly fetched an album. "Barry! Barry!" Before even reaching downstairs, he called out loudly to his butler, Barry. "Yes, coming!" Barry hurriedly entered the room. "Barry, come and see! I saw a little kid on TV who looks so much like Ryan when he was young!" Joseph sat down on the sofa with the album, opened the TV, played back the show, and then opened the album. The little cutie named Christian on the TV and the photos of his beloved son when he was young in Joseph's album were almost identical. "This... this..." Barry couldn't contain his excitement. "Is he Ryan's kid?" "It must be! How else could they look so alike, as if they were carved from the same mold?" Joseph slapped the sofa abruptly. "That rascal! Our Miller family's precious one shouldn't be wandering outside! No, I have to call him and tell him to come back immediately and bring my precious grandson home!"