Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 370 Shopping with Mr. Clemens

Micah frowned at Sadie.

She was still browsing other clothes, not noticing him at all. Feeling ignored, Micah let out a displeased growl. "Sadie!"

Sadie shivered and hurried over. "What's wrong?"

"Help me change," Micah said while striding straight into a fitting room.

Left with little choice, Sadie took the clothes from the sales attendant's hand and followed him in. But just as she entered, she remembered a white T-shirt she had picked out but forgot to bring with her, so she went back to grab it. This was when she overheard the sales girls speaking to a colleague at the cash register...

"That guy earlier was so hot. He oozes charisma. But that girl looks so shabby. I don't get what he sees in her."

Seeing Sadie, the colleague hurriedly gestured for the sales girl to stop talking. "Shh."

The sales girl turned around and saw Sadie. Her face stiffened with embarrassment.

Without saying a word, Sadie picked up the T-shirt, ready to return to the fitting room.

But Micah stepped out, discarded the piece of clothing she was holding, and grabbed her hand to leave.

"Hey handsome, you don't want the clothes?" the sales girl called after them.

"Seeing your shabby attitude made me lose my appetite," Micah snapped back coldly.

The sales girl stood frozen, her expression sour...

Sadie looked up at him deeply. Regardless of everything else, she found his protective nature quite endearing.

"Are you out of your mind?" Micah roughly pinched her cheek, his tone annoyed. "They insulted you, but you didn't even know to fight back?"

"It wasn't really an insult, just a casual snark," Sadie said with an awkward smile. "Besides, she wasn't wrong. Next to you, I do look a bit shabby."

"Didn't I give you two million? You didn't even use that money to buy a house. Do you have to be so frugal?" Micah frowned at her. "A discount to $10 a piece, and you thought that was a good deal?" "We've got a long way ahead, so we should save every bit where we can." Sadie tugged at the clothes she was wearing. "I got a bunch of these T-shirts online for $5 each and bought ten to rotate through." Micah was speechless. He pulled Sadie over to the directory kiosk, searched for brands, and then took her straight up to the third floor, the domain of high-end labels.

"I can't afford the clothes here," Sadie protested while clinging to a column, refusing to enter.

"I'm buying." Micah walked in without a second thought.

"If you're paying, that changes things." Sadie quickly followed. "Hey, since you're buying the clothes, let me at least get you a pair of socks!"

"Deal!" As soon as Micah stepped into the store, several associates greeted them warmly, "Welcome!"

"Show me your store's latest collection, for both men and women." Micah settled on a sofa, crossed his legs with poise, and patted the seat next to him, inviting Sadie to sit. "What are you waiting for? Come sit!"

After Saide rushed over to sit beside him, she was immediately greeted by two servers bringing freshly ground coffee and pastries. Other people crouched down to assist them with swapping their shoes for slippers. Sadie had been pampered like this before, but having not visited this place in over four years, it all felt strangely foreign to her, and her anxiety grew.

After the servers swapped their footwear for comfy slippers, they proceeded to manage their coats.

Leaning towards Micah, Sadie whispered, "Are you sure you're picking up the tab?"

Micah looked at her with a cold, annoyed gaze.

"Alright, alright, I'll drop it," Sadie conceded, knowing his patience was wearing thin, changed the subject. "Don't forget. I promised you a pair of socks as a peace offering!"

"I want white ones," Micah replied unabashedly.

"No problem." Sadie got up to choose the socks. But upon seeing the price tag, her face turned pale with shock. A pair of men's socks cost $1,888!