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

Chapter 415 Tip

Micah's gaze narrowed dangerously at the sight of Sadie's captured hand.

"Are you not letting go?" Andrew's icy voice demanded. "Do you want to lose that hand?" Panicked, the man hastily released Sadie and stumbled backward, collapsing onto the couch.,

"W-Who are you guys?" he askeding in a scared, shaky voice., "W-Who are you guys?"

Everyone else on the couch was petrified, too afraid to even breathe.

"Whichever hand touched her, break it!"

Leaving that grim command behind, Micah turned and walked away.

Sadie stood frozen in place, her eyes wide with shock. Before she could grasp the situation, a pitiful scream echoed from behind her.: "Ah!"

Instinctively looking back, Sadie instinctively looked back and saw Andrew crushing the man's hand against the wall. T, the sound of bones breaking pierceding through the air!... The man's face contorted in agony as he fought in vain.

The rest were too terror-stricken to move, curling up in the corner, silent as the grave.

The womenprincesses, unaccustomed to such brutal scenes, were trembling in shock, their hands covering their eyes.

"Idiot!" Andrew hissed coldly, retracting his foot.

The man collapsed on the floor, passing out from the intense pain.

Sadie was frozen in place, and it took her a moment to snap back to reality.

you spacing out for?" Andrew

sure

calm, Sadie followed Andrew towards

dread filled her. Had Micah recognized her? How would he punish

He was silently sipping his drink, his eyes downturned, appearing

silently sipping his drink with his

at the doorway,

"Please.," Andrew gestured again.

a few steps forward, stopping in the middle of the room, her eyes fixed on Micah with

silent, not looking at

set the glass down, he finally gave a commanded, "Go wash your

went behind the screen to the

perplexed by the

said after washing her hands, standing

another bottle.," Micah nodded towards his

bottle of wine, and began to

her hands

the other was that he wanted to check her identity through the scars on her hands. She was nervous, but thankfully, the

cigar on her palm was still clearly

the wine wouldn't reveal her palm unless he were to pull her hand over for

head bowed, awaiting his direction without once meeting his gaze. Her

back, and waited quietly

this time, she never once lifted

She kept her poise!

his glass without