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

Chapter 380 Shared Pain

Sadie was about to go downstairs for lunch when Victoria approached her with a folder of documents in hand. "Take this to Mr. Clemens' office." Sadie frowned as she took the folder, knowing that Micah wanted to see her.

Otherwise, for such important documents, Victoria should have delivered them herself instead of sending her.

"Make it quick," Victoria said with a meaningful tone. "There's an important announcement on the 66th floor at one o'clock. Miss Amelia is dining on the 17th floor and might come up any time." "Got it." Sadie felt Victoria must have figured out her relationship with Micah and despised her, which was why her attitude had changed.

Burdened with concern, Sadie entered Mr. Clemens' office, only to find Andrew waiting outside.

"Miss Roth, what's that?" Andrew gestured at the folder in her hands.

"Miss Lynn asked me to bring it over," Sadie said.

"Got it." Andrew stepped aside to let her pass.

Sadie knocked on the door, which swung open on its own.

There was a surveillance camera hooked up to Micah's computer, so he could see who was knocking.

She walked in and placed the folder in front of Micah. "Here are the documents you requested."

Micah was in the process of lighting

is an office,"

his cigar, took a deep drag, and

mouth with her hand. "What's wrong? Is the press conference

didn't often smoke cigars. It was usually a sign

my world, there's no such thing as 'not going well'." Micah's

is

man is pushing for me to get married." Micah puffed on his cigar while studying her through the curling smoke without

of panic in her eyes, but she

it matter?" Micah feigned detachment. "It's

water. "Well, if you're getting married, I suppose

brow furrowed, and his gaze fixed on her coldly.

before blurting out, "What

react. Was she expected to break down in tearsand plead for him not to marry so that he could continue tormenting

to

I want." Sadie thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "It's

Micah looked down, seemingly unemotional, but the cigar between his

palm, sending a