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

Chapter 381 Powerful Genes

"Where's Micah?"

Suddenly, Amelia's voice came from outside.

"Oh, Micah is working on some important documents." Andrew quickly intercepted her. "He should be done soon. Please head directly to the conference room." "He hasn't had lunch yet." Amelia held up a sandwich with a smile. "I made this myself in the kitchen. I'd like him to try it."

"Miss Amelia, that's thoughtful of you." Andrew forced a smile. "You can leave it with me. I'll make sure he gets it. Why don't you go and take a break?"

"Can't I go in?" The smile on Amelia's face suddenly turned cold as she eyed the door, seeming to be able to see through it...

"Sadie's in there, isn't she?"

Despite the chilling gaze in her eyes, her lips maintained her smile when she spoke.

"Um..." Andrew was flustered, but he was an honest man at heart.

"It's fine. Men will be men, playing their games. I understand." Amelia's lips curled into a smirk as she handed the sandwich to Andrew. "Make sure you tell him I made it myself." "Yes, of course." Andrew nodded repeatedly.

"I'll be in the conference room. Tell him to take his time, no rush."

With a graceful smile, Amelia turned on her heels and quickly left.

from his forehead, thinking to

...

while, Micah finally stopped his rough handling and turned

hurriedly dressed, ready

like that?" Micah snapped coldly. "Go

Sadie marched into the

water, the pink marks on her

at her reflection in the mirror, she felt like a stranger to

was truly tired and unwilling to

her recklessly, never showing her respect or caring for her feelings. She felt like

what could

break free

would get better if

sigh, Sadie straightened her clothes and hair and walked

drink. There was a first-aid

Micah said without looking back, aware that Sadie had come

and began disinfecting and bandaging

her hand, and then he suddenly remarked, "My father, he looked a lot like my

him a chilly glance and

inside, she wondered, He didn't

so do my aunt and Alan Davis. You can tell we're all Clemens. Just one glance, and you know we're from the