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

Chapter 131 Abnormal Relationship

Sadie remained silent, bowing her head to sort out the documents and place them on the desk. Then, she grabbed a cloth and crouched down to clean the bloodstains. Each wipe felt like tending to her own wounds... "Did Ronan get hurt? Are you concerned?" Micah questioned again.

Still, Sadie said nothing and continued cleaning diligently. Growing impatient, Micah furrowed his brow and coldly commanded, "Cat got your tongue now? Speak!"

Finally, Sadie paused her actions and looked up at him. "Why do you enjoy using violence so much? Can't things be resolved peacefully? Must you resort to throwing things at people?"

Micah stared at her, silent, but his eyes revealed a surge of complex emotions. After a long pause, he stood up and slowly walked towards her...

The sunlight adorned him with its warm hues, seeming gentle yet also razor-sharp. As he drew closer, Sadie began to feel afraid. Subconsciously, she stepped back, her previously stubborn gaze long gone. In a timid voice, she explained, "I just feel that you don't need to be so violent..."

He continued to approach, and she continued to retreat. Despite her fear, she mustered the courage to continue, "Mr. Potter came to discuss a collaboration with you. If you don't want to work with him, you could simply decline. Why resort to violence?"

His black shoes appeared in her lowered line of sight, emanating a sharp aura. Her voice started to tremble, "You make everyone in the company fear you, even business partners..."

wall, leaving her with no way to escape. One hand pressed against her shoulder, while the other pinched her cheek, forcing her to look into his burning eyes. "I..."

"Did

catch my attention?" Micah smirked coldly, "Or perhaps you believed

blurted out, "People like you don't like anyone at all. The only person you like is yourself." "Very well!" Micah's sinister laughter

should go..." She tried to escape, but his towering figure enclosed her like a cage. So, she bent down, slipping out from under

arm.

he casually snapped his fingers. The infrared sensor on the mahogany door flickered abruptly. Then, Sadie couldn't open the door. She twisted the doorknob in various ways,

flustered, Sadie turned back to question him, "What do you want? Let

black leather

approached, meekly pleading, "I apologize for what I said earlier.

elegantly puffing

would others think?" Sadie grew anxious. "People are already gossiping about our