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

Chapter 717 Skillful Inducement

"Why did you call for aid earlier?" Micah inquired, his gaze fixed on the other man. Louis found himself ensnared in a mental tug-of-war once more, torn between the call of reason and the allure of desire. "Mere appetizers, nothing more," Micah dismissed, patting Louis' shoulder with a cryptic grin. "The main event is yet to unfold."

Louis' eyes gleamed with anticipation. "What do you mean by the main event?"

"Let's forget about it..." Micah abruptly shifted back to a serious tone. "You said it yourself: the French are passionate and loyal. I won't be the one to lead you astray."

Louis' anxiety flared. "How is this leading astray? I'm merely curious, eager to explore this vibrant world. My heart remains steadfast and loyal."

"Is that so?" Micah rubbed his forehead, a troubled expression on his face. "But you also mentioned it wouldn't be fair to Sadie. What if she finds out and blames me for leading you astray?"

wrong, I swear. I want to broaden my horizons, I will not

conversation," Micah insisted, his tone firm. "Return to France and enjoy yourself there. If the

experiencing anything beyond them," Louis confessed, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Today, for the first time, I've discovered that the world holds such

more terrified than thrilled earlier," Micah observed calmly. "It was as if those girls were demons ready to devour

stammered, tugging at Micah's arm. "Enough with the delays,

palpable. The women in white scattered playfully, leaving the woman in the red dress at the center. She swayed her enticing figure, performing a seductive Indian

as a stunning backdrop, accentuating the dancer's allure. Their thin skirts, wrapped in transparent gauze,

handed him a stack of tissues, indicating that

shoulder, a wicked grin on his face. "How do you like the show?" "It's... it's beautiful," Louis responded, his voice distant. This was his first encounter with