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.

spacing out for?" Andrew said, motioning

sure if this tacky-dressed girl was indeed

calm, Sadie followed Andrew towards

she made her way there, a sense of dread filled her. Had Micah recognized her? How would

the room, Micah was already lounging on the sofa. He was silently sipping his drink, his eyes downturned, appearing calm and indifferent.All the way there, a sense of dread filled her. Had Micah recognized her? How

room, Micah was already lounging on the sofa, silently sipping his drink with his eyes downturned, appearing

doorway, too scared

"Please.," Andrew gestured again.

forward, stopping in the

not looking at her,

drink and set the glass down, he finally

went behind the screen to the bar sink to wash her

perplexed by the

after washing her hands, standing timidly, uncertain of

bottle.,"

of wine, and

her hands

hands for two reasons. O: one was that someone else had touched her hands and he found that dirty. T; the other was that he wanted to check her identity through the scars on her hands. She was

the cigar on

unless he were to pull her

Micah half a glass. Afterward, she stood back quietly, head bowed, awaiting his direction without once meeting

stepped back, and waited quietly

she never once lifted her

She kept her poise!

sip from his glass without a