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.

are you spacing out for?" Andrew said, motioning

not sure

her calm, Sadie

filled her. Had Micah recognized her?

his eyes downturned, appearing calm and indifferent.All the way there, a sense

on the sofa, silently sipping

stood at the doorway,

"Please.," Andrew gestured again.

forward, stopping in the middle of the room, her

silent, not looking

set the glass down, he finally gave

hesitated for a second, then went behind the screen to the bar sink to wash

stood by, perplexed by the

after washing her hands, standing

"Decant another bottle.,"

opened a bottle of

watched her

he found that dirty. T; the other was that he wanted to check her identity through the scars on her hands. She was nervous,

scar from the cigar on

wine wouldn't reveal her palm unless he were to

stood back quietly, head bowed, awaiting his direction without once meeting

back, and waited quietly

once lifted her gaze toward

She kept her poise!

his glass without