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

Chapter 188 You're a Dead Woman Walking

Returning to the Clemens' mansion as night closed in, the sky was veiled with a layer of black gauze, mysterious and chilling.

Stepping out of the car, Sadie Roth felt the weight of unanswered questions surging in her mind like unsolved puzzles waiting for her to piece them together... "Good evening, Miss Roth!"

The surrounding bodyguards and staff greeted her with reverence.

Sadie Roth felt almost dazed, as if she truly belonged to this luxurious dwelling...

She shook her head, dismissing the distracting thoughts, and inquired, "Where's Mr. Clemens?"

"Micah Clemens is by the pool, I'll take you to him," the maid answered with respect.

"Thank you," she acknowledged.

the bamboo groves and garden to the pool area, Sadie caught sight of the vast

of the water shimmered as a lone figure swam with grace and agility, exuding an aura of the familiar mystery

this chance to

in the middle, his tattoos barely discernible from the distance, a mere blur of blue confirming the presence

needed to get closer, to see

he playfully dodged to the other side of the pool, prompting her to chase after

danced this teasing game, circling the pool until Micah Clemens burst from the water, slicking his drenched face with a hand and giving her a mocking glare - as if she were the butt of some inside joke. "Are you doing this on purpose?"

below the surface, leaving only the faint trace of his lower back tattoo teasingly visible under the shimmering light, ensnaring Sadie's

knew when she'd get another? If she ventured into his room again, she might not realize she's

poolside where ivory loungers aligned and a table was set with red wine, ice

Another cube followed, landing closer this time. Micah surfaced with a twist, giving her a glare sharp

handful of ice and tossed it with all her might, striking him squarely on

Micah charged through the water like a torpedo toward her. Sadie stood on tiptoe at the pool's edge, craning

gap, his tattoo almost within clear sight under the blue glow of the pool light- but just as the image