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

Chapter 362 Call Him Big Bro

Micah was taken aback and looked up at her. "What did you just call me?"

"Big Guy!" Mia's face was full of innocence as she stuffed the cotton candy into Micah's mouth and patted her plump hands with a smile. "Eat the cotton candy, and we'll call it even, okay?" Micah sat frozen with the cotton candy stuffed in his mouth, flames burning in his eyes.

Andrew cursed under his breath. Micah had his patience tested time and again by this little rascal today. His inner rage was boiling, yet he couldn't vent it. His subordinates would have to bear the brunt of it. "Ahem!" Silas cleared his throat and warned in a low voice, "Mia, that's not an appropriate title. You can't call him that."

"Why not?" Mia looked over, her confusion apparent.

"Hahaha, kids will be kids. No harm done!" Grandpa Clemens roared with laughter. In his heart, his three precious grandchildren could do no wrong.

"Mia, you can't call him that." Noah gently cautioned her. "We need to be polite!"

"Okay." Mia pouted, looking aggrieved. "So, what should we call him?"

"Call him Big Bro!" Nathan blurted out unexpectedly.

"Whoa!" Grandpa Clemens was so surprised by his comment that he nearly choked on his coffee. He knew his little grandson had a penchant for martial arts, but he never realized the boy had such a streetwise edge, reminiscent of his own younger days.

Grandpa's grandchildren, and so is

end, a dark cloud of frustration brewing over

he brought upon himself to end up here

untouchable, immune to scolding or stern

burst into tears

even if they plucked hair from his head or called him "Big guy"-he had to endure

did the word "endure" exist

woman and

staying another second here. He abruptly

a pillar. When their gazes met, she quickly turned away and scurried off with her mop in a panic. Micah's eyes narrowed

Andrew mistook

on his lap, gearing up to dine. "Not leaving?" Grandpa Clemens asked, surprised at the sudden change in

took a sip of red wine and started cutting his

at her lips. Her voice timid, she continued,

her chubby hand, offering Micah

the last one on her plate,