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."

in the process of lighting a

is an

took a deep drag, and blew a ring

and mouth with her hand. "What's wrong?

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

no such thing as 'not going

is

pushing for me to get married." Micah puffed on his cigar while studying her through the curling

in her eyes, but she

matter?" Micah feigned detachment. "It's

if you're getting married, I suppose you won't be needing me anymore,

furrowed, and his gaze fixed

blurting out, "What

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

you want me to get

what I want." Sadie thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "It's not something

looked down, seemingly unemotional, but the cigar between

his palm, sending a