Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 263 But You Can't Escape My Grasp

Micah's narrowing eyes glinted coldly, yet he made no move. Instead, he took out a brand-new phone from his pocket and casually spun it in his hand. "Where's my phone?"

Sadie had bolted over 200 meters before realizing she didn't have her phone with her. Today, she had given all her cash to Micah, and now she was penniless. She looked around. Her place was over 50 kilometers away, so walking back wasn't an option.

She had no phone or money and couldn't get back. What now?

It was late at night, and only those 24-hour convenience stores were still open. All other shops were closed.

There was nowhere to hide.

Moreover, there were no payphones or taxis in sight.

Sadie let out a long sigh and turned back, thinking, 'Screw it. Wrestling with this devil is still better than being homeless on the streets.'

...

"Sir, what brand of pads would you like?" the store clerk asked cheerfully.

"Doesn't matter." Micah glanced at his watch. "She'll be back in under three minutes."

need overnight or

brow furrowed in

you want the kind with wings or without?" she probed

headache coming

she pressed. "Like, a mix of each brand and type, or a mix of winged and

Micah snapped, on the

don't know what you want..." The clerk's voice trailed as she persisted in fine-tuning her inquiry. Micah's fists

one

broke

witnessed the scene from the doorway, a complex mix of feelings

for her, and she had been thinking

then asked, pointing towards

Micah's arm with

at her and whispered, "I

your grip." Sadie stuck out her tongue at him, took the pads from the

of cash from his pocket,

sanitary products and snorted with laughter. "Never thought you'd be out

feminine products. It made people treat him like a criminal, followed by an inquisition by a relentless clerk. The whole experience