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

Chapter 165 A Man Like a God

"Yes, I'm on my way!" Chloe hung up the phone and hurriedly said to Sadie, "Sadie, you go down and welcome Mr. Wood. Play it by ear, and if he's comfortable taking charge, that's best. But if he's upset, you must persuade and pacify him, do you understand?" "Understood," Sadie nodded repeatedly.

"This is a matter of great importance. Mr. Clemens himself is dealing with the hacking system and will be commanding from behind the scenes. We must ensure there's not a single slip-up on the frontlines!" Chloe's expression was solemn, filled with conviction. Sadie nodded again.

Seeing Sadie's confused look, Chloe hesitated, then pulling her close, whispered, "Sadie, let me be honest with you. An hour ago, Mr. Wood was fuming over the chip issue, refusing to host the conference. I suspect... Mr. Clemens had to have him forcefully brought here against his will!"

"What?" Sadie was stunned; no wonder Chloe was so anxious, repeatedly stressing that Mr. Wood might be in a foul mood; so, there was more to the story then...

"That's why I came to you," Chloe said, pressing on Sadie's shoulders with serious emphasis, "No matter what, you must bring Mr. Wood safely to the 66th floor and have him properly host the conference. If you succeed, not only will you be made permanent, but I'll also apply for a bonus for you!"

"A bonus? How much?" Sadie brightened up at the word.

Chloe paused, frowning, "At least a few hundred thousand dollars. Go handle it; you won't be at a loss."

"Mm-hmm," Sadie assured, patting herself on the chest, "Don't worry, you can count on me!"

elevator, "Your promotion and salary increase

Sadie clenched her fists, ready

she was feeling

was

the first floor where David and the other security guards

situation. Randy was busy checking the

the Rolls-Royce Phantom that Mr. Wood rode in made

modified cars that had previously besieged and intercepted them were now battered and scattered, having also caused severe congestion on the street. Traffic police

that must be Mr. Clemens's Thunder Team,

Clemens is just amazing, he predicts events

Clemens is my hero, a deity in

the two rows of black Hummers, neatly arranged like the wings of a deity, protecting the Rolls-Royce

pedestrians and other vehicles on the street conscientiously moved aside, showing respect to this glorious

as she beheld such a

doubt that the strategic mastery portrayed in movies was