The Scorned Heiress's Hidden Empire (by Jade Quinn) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Blake fumed inwardly. ‘Natalie’s only nineteen!

Blake’s face darkened.

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He walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Natalie, casually putting himself between Henry and Natalie, blocking Henry from getting any closer to her.

Mr. Pierce, that’s awfully considerate of you,” Blake said, his tone laced with sarcasm.

With a fake smile, Blake added, “These gifts must’ve set you back quite a bit, huh?”

Henry kept his cool.

Just a small token, didn’t cost much,” he replied.

Blake snorted inwardly, then said with a mocking tone, “Since Natalie and Rosie are classmates, I guess by seniority, Natalie should call you Mr. Pierce, right?”

His words hung in the air for a couple of seconds.

Henry’s hand paused on his coffee cup, then he took a sip as if nothing had happened.

Mm.” Henry replied, unfazed.

Blake raised an eyebrow. ‘Not even a flicker? Is he really not reacting at all?

Classic Henry, never lets his emotions show. He really can keep his cool, Blake thought.

But the truth was, it wasn’t that Henry didn’t care. It’s just that Natalie had already called him “Mr. Pierce” at the bar before.

Back then, Henry had been hoping she’d use a more intimate way of addressing him, maybe close the distance between them a little, but the next thing he heard was her calling him “Mr. Pierce.”

It felt like he’d prepared a lavish feast, only for her to take a sip of water and leave.

He thought about it for days before finally coming to a conclusion.

Natalie only called him “Mr. Pierce” because Rosie called him “Mr. Pierce,” and since the two of them were classmates, it was Just how things worked.

It was a matter of hierarchy, not about how she felt about him.

So, he made his peace with it.

Blake wasn’t about to let it go. He pressed on

“So if Natalie has to call you ‘Mr Pierce from now on, does that mean we should start calling you Mr Pierce too)

“I mean, we’re her brothers, so technically, that’s how it works, right?

Henry set down his coffee cup and looked over at Blake.

His eyes were calm, a faint sunile tugging at his lips “If you want to call me that Mr Muchell, be my guest.

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Blake was left speechless for a moment

What does he mean by if I want to call him that Blake fumed inwardly

Like hell I want to call him that he scoffed to himself

Henry went on But Rome calls me Mr. Pierce too

If you’re so insistent on hierarchy, Mr. Mitchell, shouldn’t Rosie start calling you

He paused, a sly smile tugging at his lips

well, what should the call you then?

“Wha do you think she should call you, Mr. Mitchell? Henry asked, his tone light but pointed.

Blake gritted his teeth, totally speechless.

William and Charlotte exchanged a glance, both picking up on the tension in the room.

Alright, Blake, why don’t you go check if dinner’s ready in the kitchen? Charlotte said, trying to smooth things over.

Didn’t Natalie say your chicken wings were the best last time? Go whip some up for us!”

Charlotte figured it was just some personal grudge between Blake and Henry, so she didn’t give it much thought.

After all, Henry was a guest. She couldn’t let her son keep stirring things up.

And honestly, after all that, Blake hadn’t even managed to get the upper hand. He’d just ended up tying himself in knots.

she tugged at Blake’s sleeve, and only then did he finally get up and leave.

Natalie was sitting there with a small plate of watermelon, acting as if nothing had happened.

Once the seat next to her was empty, she caught Henry watching her from the corner of her eye.

With her mouth full, she turned to him and mumbled, “You want some?”

She said it, but clearly had no intention of actually sharing.

it was the first time Henry had seen her like this, her usual icy expression, cheeks puffed out, acting all possessive over her watermelon like she was ready to defend it from anyone.

For once, she was actually pretty cute.

Henry swallowed quietly, subtly avoiding her gaze. “No, thanks.”

He pulled himself together and stood up. “Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, it’s getting late. I won’t keep you up any longer

As soon as Henry came out, Lewis quickly opened the back door for him. ‘He’s never this quick, usually, he drags things out. Lewis thought.

Erhan pushed up his glasses, absently scrolling through a case study on his phone, but couldn’t focus on a single word.

Ryan picked up the glass, looking totally aggrieved.

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