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

Chapter 701 Accompany Me Tonight

Annika's once steady demeanor had faltered, her grip on the dart wavering as she took careful aim before letting it fly. This time, the dart merely skimmed the petals, taking only a small piece with it. The task of aiming had become increasingly difficult due to the obstructing branches and leaves. Andrew's cold voice sliced through the tension, "Is that the best you can do?" He picked up the dart, subtly adjusting the fan leaves before launching it. The dart whizzed sideways, taking down a large chunk of petals.

The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing in support of Andrew. A smile tugged at the corners of Micah's lips as he savored his wine, reveling in the spectacle.

nonchalance. As if an afterthought, she added, "But, Mr. Clemens, it seems we haven't discussed the stakes yet." Micah's interest was piqued, his gaze settling on her as he asked, "What stakes do you propose, Miss James?" "If I

fine," Micah said confidently, "Besides, I won't lose!" "Is that so?" Sadie laughed, her voice ringing with amusement, "Then let's wait and see!" "And if you lose?" Micah swirled his wine glass, his body slowly leaning closer to her. "You set the terms," Sadie said without hesitation. "I want you..." Micah leaned forward slightly, his deep gaze filled with a

were livid, their faces flushed with anger as they glared at Micah, their eyes practically shooting daggers at him. The Clemens Group's bodyguards,

arrogant eyebrow raised in challenge. "Or do you think you'll lose?" "Of course, I won't lose," Sadie retorted, showing no signs of backing down. "Let's make a bet! If you lose, you'll see how I deal with you!" "I'm looking forward to it!" Micah smirked shamelessly. Sadie's face turned a shade paler with anger as she glared at Micah. Turning to Annika, she ordered, "You must win!" "Yes, Miss James!" Annika walked over with a dart, pushing Andrew aside. "Hey, you...." Andrew's fist clenched tightly. If it weren't for the bet, he would have been itching for a fight. Annika held the dart, squinted her eyes, adjusted her angle, and then, with a swift "whoosh," she let it fly. At that critical moment, Arya suddenly moved, and the dart accurately grazed the pistil, causing a shower of petals to scatter, landing on Arya's face and clothes... Arya blinked, looking at the falling