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

"Yo, Mr. Clemens," a few ladies whispered, trying to get close, but the bodyguards shut that down real quick.

Micah strolled in, not even glancing at the women, but he wasn't about to turn down a fancy party either. He snagged a glass of wine from a passing waiter and slid into a group of dudes like he owned the place. Sadie, hiding in the crowd, watched Micah with a storm of feelings swirling inside her. Confusion. Disappointment. Doubt.

Confusion 'cause she couldn't wrap her head around why he'd show up at a shindig like this. Was he always part of these high-society gigs, blending in like it was nothing? Or was this his way of getting back at her, chasing thrills to hide his anger?

Disappointment 'cause the image she had of him was falling apart. No matter the reason, she didn't wanna see this side of him.

Doubt 'cause he was supposed to take the kids and head straight back to Newark. What was he doing hanging around Sunvale, partying it up? He wasn't even the type to dig these kinds of events.

Annika felt pretty dumb for being so sure of herself earlier. She thought Micah wasn't that kind of guy, but here he was, proving her wrong.

"This party's obviously for him. How could he not show up?" Sadie muttered. She noticed all the women had their eyes glued to Micah.

It had to be Clarence who spread the word that tonight was about finding Micah a date.

Those high-class ladies were dying to latch onto the Clemens family. Getting into Micah's bed was step one to hitting the jackpot.

"So this is the famous Mr. Clemens. He's so hot," one woman whispered nearby.

"Yeah, and that body! Those eyes are killer. I really like him!" her friend gushed.

"He's the ultimate rich hottie. If I could be his girl, I'd die happy!" one woman sighed.

"None of you have a shot. He's mine!" another woman declared.

"Ha, who do you think you are?" one woman sneered.

A bunch of women nearby were chatting in Sunvale language, each one confident, excited, and thrilled.

A few pretty women were already swaying their hips, making their way over to him.

Watching the scene, Annika couldn't help but sigh. "Seriously, they're already loaded. Do they really need to throw themselves at him like this?"

"Exactly 'cause they're loaded, their standards are sky-high," Sadie smirked. "They think only a guy like Micah is good enough for them."

"Alright then." Annika was speechless, shooting a glare at Andrew next to Micah, "He's such a fake. Acting all devoted - what a joke."

"Andrew's not that bad. He's just here with Micah," Sadie said, pointing to the bar. She grabbed a cocktail and headed to a corner to sit down. "If you keep glaring at Andrew, people will notice." Annika quickly looked away and sat down next to Sadie, whispering, "Ms. James, you think they'll recognize us?"

"Nope," Sadie said confidently. "These masks cover our faces completely. No way they'll recognize us."

"True." Annika nodded. "So, you wanna go talk to Mr. Clemens?"

"No rush," Sadie said, her eyes narrowing as she watched the women fawn over Micah. "Now's when he's most clear-headed, easy to expose. We'll go over when he's too dazed to think straight." "Wow, those women are getting so close." Annika saw two women's chests almost pressing against Micah and frowned, "This is too..." she hesitated, carefully watching Sadie's reaction.

Sadie lowered her eyes and took a drink, looking calm, but her hand under her dress was clenched into a tight fist.

She didn't even realize she still had feelings for him, that she still cared, got angry, and felt jealous. But she couldn't show it, absolutely couldn't.