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

Chapter 817 Micah's Conspiracy

"Exactly, that's a good idea." Andrew nodded repeatedly. "Ms. James loves children. For the sake of the child, she will definitely change her mind."

"I'm racing against time now." Micah looked worried. "If I can get Grandpa Clemens out of the way before she regains her memory, find Dr. Henry, and let the child get closer to her, she might soften up. But if she regains her memory first and remembers all the harm the Clemens family has brought to her, she will probably find it hard to forgive me. And with her current temper, she will definitely stop at nothing to take custody of the child!"

"That would be disastrous," Andrew said anxiously, "Once the James and the Clemens families openly clash, it will be an all-out conflict with no resolution in sight.."

Micah's expression turned serious. He could already sense that Sadie's emotions and intuition were being suppressed by reason, and she was beginning to doubt him. Moreover, he had made many mistakes tonight, and she would surely investigate him.

On the other side, Sadie looked at the starry sky outside the window, her gaze somewhat cold.

Annika answered a call and reported, "Ms. James, the Paganini has arrived at the underground parking lot at Blissful Lane 1."

Sadie was slightly startled. He had taken her to Blissful Lane 1 before, saying it used to be their home.

So, this didn't necessarily mean he was suspicious.

Perhaps he had already hinted at something, wanting her to know, but she was unwilling to uncover the truth and confront to know about those painful past events.

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want to face the past, changing the subject. "Have you found out who was behind the attack

Annika presented

curved into a mocking smile. "Last time I slapped her, she clearly didn't

Business Department to

Annika quickly relayed the

now, the car had reached halfway up the mountain, and Sadie's phone was fully charged and turned on. Seeing a text message, her

"Hello!"

"Good morning, cousin!"

2:30 in the morning in Newark, and 7:30 in

is rarely

seemingly calm

situation," Sadie explained, "I'll

already reported it." Tristan always knew about her affairs. "It's just a sports management pass. Such a trivial matter doesn't warrant you making a special trip. I'll have someone send it over!" "Thank you, cousin." Sadie smiled. "But you'll spoil me this way. I wanted to handle

reminding her, "Micah sending you back to E

realized. "He

your reaction is still slow." Tristan's tone was

sorry." Sadie both respected