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

Chapter 692 Close Range

"Mr. Clemens, great to learn from you!" Sadie's words were laced with encouragement. A meaningful smile played on her lips as she departed, her entourage trailing behind her. "Make way!" Annika's voice sliced through the air as she purposefully collided with Andrew. His teeth ground together in a silent display of his anger.

The other merchants, witnessing Sadie's departure, recognized the temporary ceasefire. Disappointment etched on their faces, they dispersed.

However, the sparks of their earlier exchange still lingered in the air, their whispers echoing in the wake of their retreat.

"Miss James is quite the firebrand, huh? She's constantly needling Mr. Clemens. Yet, he remains poised, his anger never surfacing. Any other man would have lost his temper long ago."

"Mr. Clemens is typically unflappable. What's different this time? Why does he seem to bend to Miss James' every whim?"

"Perhaps Mr. Clemens is strategically retreating, only to advance later..."

"Or perhaps it's simpler than that. Even heroes have a soft spot for a beautiful woman!"

Andrew's face darkened at the sound of these discussions, but Micah remained unaffected, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Sadie...Several people attempted to approach Micah, hoping to curry favor. However, their companions quickly dissuaded them, "Mr. Clemens is in a foul mood. Engaging him now would be inviting trouble."

Andrew a distant

of affection washing

remorse found their

had returned,

conversation, stirred memories of the

days, she reveled in their playful banter, always on the losing end but goading

surfaced, a captivating smile graced Micah's lips, his gaze

of him. Was she still nursing

alright. He could be

untangle her resentment and reclaim

overlook her remarks," Arthur pleaded cautiously. "I will have a word with Mr. James

dire. Even the event organizers would bear the brunt of his wrath. Thus, Arthur felt compelled to apologize and adopt a more humble stance.

bodyguards trailing closely behind. Arthur stood rooted to the spot, confusion etched on his face. "What

to Miss James,"

the two

is a complex emotion; it defies explanation," the young assistant