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.

in relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself how formidable

...

while, Micah finally stopped his rough handling and turned to

hurriedly dressed,

snapped coldly. "Go clean up

a resentful glare, Sadie marched into

with hot water, the pink marks

the mirror, she felt like a

tired and unwilling to continue

control without warning, taking her recklessly, never showing her respect or caring for her feelings. She felt

could she

couldn't break

things would get better

deep sigh, Sadie straightened her clothes and hair and walked

silently on the couch, nursing his drink. There

looking back, aware that Sadie

the couch and began disinfecting and bandaging her

and then he suddenly remarked, "My

shot him a chilly glance

He didn't

look like them too, and so do my aunt and Alan Davis. You can tell we're all Clemens. Just one glance, and you know we're