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

Chapter 253 A Special Day

Upon hearing the busy tone on the phone, Sadie was very angry. Micah didn't care how far away she was; he ordered her to be there within 30 minutes. Micah was really unreasonable.

Receiving a text message on her phone, Sadie opened the address search navigation. Even if she took a taxi immediately, it would still take forty minutes. If she delayed any longer, Micah would have to wait too long. Micah's cold eyes flashed in her mind, making Sadie shiver. She immediately used her phone's ride-hailing app.

Putting down her phone, she looked at her father's belongings, feeling very conflicted.

After careful consideration, she took out her bank card and the black card from her wallet and put them back in the silver envelope.

Then she packed her father's letter back into the box in its original state, locked the box again, and placed it back in the storage unit.

Carefully closing the storage unit, Sadie checked it multiple times for any mistakes before hurriedly leaving.

Sadie urged the driver repeatedly and arrived at the agreed location in a rush, but she was still eleven minutes late.

Getting out of the taxi, Dahlia immediately came over with an umbrella and whispered, "Miss Roth, today is a special day. Micah is not in a good mood, so be careful!" "Oh?" Sadie felt even more uneasy upon hearing this. "What day is it today?"

"You'll find out later," Dahlia said softly. "No matter what, don't make him angry today."

frowned

the window, quietly gazing at the

"I took a taxi as soon as I received the call, but the journey was a

look at

you angry?"

you go?" Micah looked at her

Sadie replied candidly, "to visit my

long as Micah didn't know the secret of the heirloom, there

gaze. Without saying anything, he

decide," Sadie handed the menu to the restaurant manager waiting nearby, pretending to

to be the first time he

a moment of silence, Micah suddenly

idea it was his birthday today,

went to the cemetery," Micah swirled his highball glass, his gaze deep and his voice low, "to visit my

dim and mysterious, as

his mother was buried, but she didn't