Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 902 Get out of Here

"Then you go busy first, and we'll have a meal with Mommy." Noah glanced at Sadie again.

Sadie didn't argue with him. In front of the children, she always behaved gracefully and calmly. But she would deal with him later!

"Okay, I will come replace you in a while."

Micah cast a grateful look at Noah and then walked to his seat.

Ella followed behind Micah, like a delicate woman relying on him.

Annika and Arya were annoyed to see them together.

Rodolfo took a glance at Arya and quickly lowered his head.

Andrew also glanced at Annika, then lowered his eyes. He appeared calm but slightly furrowed his brow.

"Mommy, it seems like there are seafood and French food. Is there Mexican food and barbecue that Nathan and Mia want?" Noah intentionally broke the awkward atmosphere. "Yes, I had Harold arrange it."

Sadie gestured, and Annika immediately instructed Harold to serve the meal.

"Noah, what do you want to eat?" Sadie asked.

"I want pizza." Noah acted cute with Sadie. "You used to make tasty pizza. I wonder how the pizza here tastes."

"Then I'll personally make it for you," Sadie said immediately, "But I haven't made pizza in a long time. If it's not good, don't mind, okay?"

"Of course not." Noah was very happy. "As long as it's pizza Mommy cooks, I love it!"

"I want to eat Mommy's pizza too." Nathan was a bit excited. "I haven't eaten it in a long time. I still remember the taste from when I was a child." "Me too! Me too!" Mia licked her lips, even leaning over. "Mommy, look. My mouth is watering."

Sadie kissed Mia on the cheek, pinched Nathan's little face, and ruffled Noah's head.

Micah's attention had always been on Sadie and children. He hadn't seen such a happy and warm scene in a long, long time.

"Be good. Stay here. I will go to the kitchen to make pizza."

Sadie rolled up her sleeves and walked to the kitchen, telling Harold, "Prepare pizza crust and sausages. I'm going to make pizza." "Ms. James, we don't have pizza crust, but we have flour. Can we make it fresh?" Harold asked cautiously.

"Alright, do it quickly," Sadie urged.

"Yes." Harold immediately had the chef prepare it.

Nelson called out Micah three times before he finally shifted his attention from Sadie and looked at him.

"How about we go somewhere else?" Nelson felt that it was impossible to discuss anything this way.

"No need. Actually, it's nothing important. I invited you here today mainly to talk about the press conference." Micah glanced at his watch. "There's still some time. You can order first." Then, he got up and left.

Nelson watched him walk towards the kitchen and couldn't help but frown.

Sadie was in the kitchen learning to knead dough with the chef. Her face and nose were covered in flour, which removed her usual arrogance and added a touch of cuteness. Micah leaned against the door, gently watching her.

"Mr. Clemens," Harold greeted respectfully.

Sadie turned to see him, immediately furrowing her brows. "What are you doing here?"

"I want to talk to you." Micah walked up to her. "About the children."

Before he could finish his words, Sadie suddenly grabbed a kitchen knife, held it to his neck, raised an eyebrow, and sternly shouted, "Micah, because the children are here, I've restrained myself from acting against you. You better take Ella and Nelson away immediately; otherwise, I might not be able to control my hands!"