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

Chapter 669 Let Her Die

In a frenzied race against time, Micah sped towards the airport, his eyes aflame with a blood-red hue that threatened to spill over. "Sadie, wait for me, wait for me. I'm coming soon," he murmured, his voice a desperate mantra against the roaring wind.

The cruel machinations of Mr. Clemens Senior had led to this moment. He had drugged Micah, imprisoning him in his basement, all to replace Sadie with Ella. Micah had been unconscious for three days and three nights. By the time he awoke, the deed was done.

Sadie's existence had been meticulously erased, replaced with Ella's, and the news had been broadcasted for all to hear. Micah was livid, yet trapped, rendered powerless to undo the damage.

Mr. Clemens Senior had planned to keep him locked away until the following day. Sadie would then take the last dose of the antidote and be whisked away to an undisclosed location, far from Micah's reach. Only then would he be released. But fate had other plans.

Before the dawn of the new day, Micah found a way to escape. He snatched a bodyguard's phone, frantically contacting Rylan and Andrew. Upon learning of Sadie's peril, he stole a car and tore towards the airportlike a crazed man.

Meanwhile, Mr. Clemens Senior and his henchmen were also in a mad dash to the airport, hoping to intercept Micah and prevent further chaos.

had reached out to the Clemens family's contacts in Bangkok, Thailand, dispatching them to Chiang

into the ambulance carrying Sadie, just 1.24 miles away

over. The shrill alarm pierced the night, and the caregivers inside scrambled

scene, Amelia sat in the SUV, her phone's camera trained on the wreckage. "Did you see that?" she asked

here soon. We need to act quickly and ensure Sadie dies!"

Amelia responded, her

emerged from the SUV. With a

raised in surrender, screamed in terror, "Don't kill me, I don't know anything, I don't know anything!" His plea was cut short by a gunshot, and he collapsed into a pool of

phone in one hand and gun in the other, slowly approached Sadie's lifeless body. Sadie's wedding dress was drenched in

was no response. She squatted down and prodded Sadie's face with her gun. "Hey, hey, wake up. It's not fun

with it!" Nick barked through the

Amelia retorted, her fingers pinching Sadie's philtrum. She wanted Sadie to wake up, to beg for mercy. That would be her ultimate