Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1242 Blushing

"Man, those two chicks just now, they were something else..." Andrew mumbled.

"Scram," Micah cut him off. "Unless I say so, don't bug me."

"Mr. Clemens, are you really gonna..." Andrew glanced at the bathroom, stunned. "Please, don't do anything rash. Chill out," he pleaded. "Get out!" Micah barked.

"Yes, sir." Andrew didn't dare say more and backed out, head down.

Micah grabbed the remote on the table and hit a button.

The "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door lit up instantly.

Andrew sighed and left, feeling helpless.

Sadie got off the elevator and quickly found Micah's room. She knew his quirks; no matter the hotel, he always picked the presidential suite at the far end for its peace and quiet. Seeing the "Do Not Disturb" sign glowing outside the door, Sadie felt a twinge of unease. Micah was really in a rush.

Clenching her fists, she hesitated. Should she just bust in? What if she saw something she shouldn't? She'd lose it. But if she didn't, Clarence's goons would catch up, and she'd miss her shot to confront Micah alone. Weighing her options, Sadie decided to push the door open, only to replace it locked from the inside.

Frustration bubbled up. Raising her hand to knock, she paused. Micah was too sharp; how could she just break through? Scanning the area, she noticed the room next door was empty. In a flash of inspiration, she unlocked the door and slipped in, planning to cross over from the balcony.

Inside, Micah sat on the sofa, his wine glass already empty. He stared at the door, listening as the noise outside faded. Could she have bailed?

Just then, Olivia stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. "I'm ready," she said softly. She'd showered and dried her hair, her face glowing. Her skin was flawless. She looked fresh and clean, and her eyes were full of nothing but Micah.

This moved Micah, who'd always been unlucky in love.

"Come sit," Micah said, eyeing her.

Olivia nervously walked over and sat on the sofa across from him, her hands shaking.

"Come here," Micah patted the spot next to him.

Olivia bit her lip and cautiously moved over. She sat beside him but was too nervous to look at him.

Micah handed her a glass of wine. She took it carefully, afraid of spilling it like before.

"Why so jittery?" Micah asked, just as a slight noise came from the balcony.

His eyebrows knitted. This was the 48th floor; a fall from here would be deadly.

"Yeah," Olivia took a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to talk to Micah. "Do you remember me? We met in Newark last time."

"I heard," Micah said coolly. "Your dad bid a hundred billion for the Sapphire Depths project, but the James Group snagged it for a hundred and fifty billion."

"That wasn't my dad. It was his guy, Owen Richardson, who went to the auction," Olivia said softly. "I wasn't there during the bidding, but I saw you backstage at the Avaloria business conference at the Noble Summit Estate. Do you remember?" "Oh, really?" Micah's voice was icy, clearly not remembering.

"Actually, that wasn't the first time I saw you," Olivia blushed and continued. "When I was sixteen, I saw you at a business conference in Country F. You were giving a speech on stage..."

Before Olivia could finish, Micah suddenly pulled her into his arms. Caught off guard, she spilled the red wine on his thigh.