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

Chapter 363
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Chapter 363 The Miracle Janitor Micah frowned at the chicken wing held up by the fork, his face a mask of disgust.

Mia sensed the rejection. Her spirits fell as she lowered her head and withdrew the chicken wing.

"Damned kid..." Grandpa Clemens began to scold.

Micah reached out, took the chicken wing along with the fork, placed it on his plate, and handed Mia a new fork. From a distance, Sadie's lips curved into a pleased smile as she watched this scene. Although she didn't intend to have her children recognize relatives, seeing this interaction still brought her joy. Mia giggled cheerfully, gesticulating with her chubby hands. "These chicken wings are really tasty, Big Bro. Try it quickly." "Don't callthat!" Micah frowned.

Mia froze, her lips pursing in a pout.

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Sadie's brow knitted. The devilish nature of Micah's mood swings-making Mia laugh one moment and cry the next, joyful now and sulking shortly after-was concerning.

This couldn't be good.

"Don't scare the child." Grandpa Clemens shot him a look, though his tone had softened considerably. After all, his fastidious grandson accepting a chicken wing that Mia had held was already a concession. He used to worry that Micah would choose to be childfree, as the young man had always disliked children and seemed indifferent and cynical about love...

Now, seeing simprovement in his interaction with Mia, Grandpa Clemens felt reassured.

"Here, Mia, eat." Noah moved the chicken wing from his plate to Mia's and grabbed a little cupcake for her. "Once we finish eating, we should go hearly. Mommy is waiting for us." "Okay." Mia nodded and started eating.

"Don't rush, kids. I'll drive you back hlater," Grandpa Clemens said lovingly. Then he instructed the manager, "Bring them smore chicken wings. The kids haven't had enough." "Right away." The manager promptly made arrangements.

"I hurt my leg today and missed out on a lot of fun," Nathan complained, a touch of dejection in his voice. "Grandpa, can we cback when my leg's better?" "Of course," Grandpa Clemens answered. "We can cback tomorrow or anytyou like. I'll cpick you up whenever you're ready." "But Grandpa, we have preschool tomorrow." Noah was the only one mindful of their schedule. "We're only free on the weekend!" "That works too. I'll pick you up on the weekend," Grandpa Clemens said with a smile.

"Yay, we can cback this weekend!" Nathan waved his arms excitedly.

"We should cearlier next tso we can play more." Mia puffed out her cheeks with glee. "Next time, I want to dress up as Princess Elsa." "Hahaha, seeing you guys having so much fun makeshappy too." Grandpa Clemens smiled widely while looking at them. "If there's anything else you want, letknow. I'll have the waiter bring it over." "I want ice cream!" Mia immediately raised her hand.

too..." Nathan also raised his hand.

"Alright, it's coming right up!" Grandpa Clemens gestured to the restaurant manager, who was standing by, and he promptly instructed someone to take care of it.

"Ah!" Andrew suddenly exclaimed.

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Everyone turned to look and saw that Micah had accidentally knocked over his plate with the chicken wing that Mia had given him, which had rolled off of him and onto the floor. "Did you get your clothes dirty?" Andrew craned his neck to look. "If they are, I'll have someone bring you a change of clothes."

"Don't worry about it. Let's have someone clean up first." Micah Wiped his clothes with a napkin, his movements calm and graceful. The restaurant manager, who was waiting behind them, immediately cforward with a waiter to clean up.

Micah glanced at a "janitor" not too far away and casually knocked over the wine glass in front of him.

The glass tipped off the table and rolled onto the floor. Red wine spilled everywhere...

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Clemens. I'll get the janitor right away," the managerm apologized. He beckoned to the "janitor" nearby. "Cquick!"