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

Chapter 930 Where's the Problem

"I've always said Ella would make a great wife," Nelson continued to fan the flames. "Not only can she support you in life, but she can also contribute significantly to your business. She will definitely be a valuable partner for you in the future." "I don't need her help in business. Just take care of the family for me," Micah replied. "You rest well. I'm heading out."

"Alright. You too. Don't worry. Mia will be fine," Nelson said.

Nelson escorted Micah out, and when he was far away, he returned to the ward and said to Ella with excitement, "I used to worry about what would happen if Tristan defeated Micah, but it seems like Micah is even more formidable." "Of course," Ella smiled and gestured, "My judgment is never wrong."

"Ella, you're amazing." Nelson was extremely excited. "It looks like we made the right bet this time."

"Alright. Enough with the talk. Go back and fetch me some extra clothes. This time, I will definitely move into the Clemens family officially." Ella changed from her usual gentleness and became confident.

"Of course." Nelson was somewhat excited. "Just now Micah said to let you take good care of the family."

"Yes. He has started to accept me." Ella was excited with just the thought of it. "It wasn't in vain that I put in so much effort. I finally touched him."

"This is just the first step in a long journey. You still need to be patient," Nelson reminded, "Alright. Let's not talk about this anymore. I'll go get your clothes."

She stared at her hands, feeling the

couldn't help but ask, "Micah, what happened at

remained silent, lowering his

frowned and asked

my savior now," Micah interrupted Andrew before

he thought Micah had been acting just now to expose the schemes of Nelson and Ella, the father and daughter. But now that Micah had

be based on evidence," Micah added, "Not

puzzled, then

Push me to the bathroom. I want to take a

just

Velvet Spoon Bistro, the sun blazed overhead, and all the evidence

to the restaurant, it was quiet, with no

the matter from the very start. Harold and the staff repeated their statements multiple times and were on the

Harold immediately came up with a crying face, "Ms. James, I really

a gesture, signaling