Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1086 Time Was Tight

Hearing Micah's words, Sadie got even more anxious. "We need to get there right now!"

Meanwhile, airport management had already shown up. Micah was negotiating with them, and Andrew was arranging a private jet. Sadie watched anxiously. Just then, Annika called. "Ms. James, I've got the private jet ready. It can take off in an hour from Newark Airport."

"Great. We're heading over now."

Sadie glanced at Micah and quietly left with Arya and the others.

"Aren't we waiting for Mr. Clemens?" Arya whispered.

"He'll just get in my way," Sadie snapped. "I'm not going soft this time!"

"Amelia deserves to die. We can't let her go. Don't worry, I'll get us to Newark as fast as I can."

"We need to be there within an hour, no delays!"

"Got it!"

Sadie and her team rushed to Newark Airport. Annika had already arranged their documents and had people from country H keeping an eye on Amelia at the airport.

Sadie instructed, "Just watch her. Don't let her harm Mia. I'll handle it when I get there!"

"Understood. I've already given the orders."

Annika was always thorough. Though stationed at Newark, she was secretly communicating with Arya for updates from Sylvanvale Airport. She had arranged the private jet at Newark just in case, and now it was paying off.

Sadie and her team boarded the plane when Micah called. "Where are you? I've got a private jet ready, taking off in an hour."

"I'm already on board," Sadie said coldly. "I'll bring Mia back safely. You don't need to come."

"Sadie..." Before Micah could finish, Sadie hung up.

Holding his phone, he sighed. She still didn't trust him and thought he'd hinder her, so she left quietly to get to country H first.

"I thought they were arranging a jet, but they beat us to it," Andrew said to comfort him. "But it's okay. Everyone's trying to save Mia."

"Go see if we can take off earlier," Micah ordered.

"Yes." Andrew went to make the arrangements.

Rodolfo asked, confused, "Mr. Clemens, Ms. James deliberately avoided us. Shouldn't we avoid making her angry?"

"What do you know?" Micah snapped.

Rodolfo immediately lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Andrew finished his call and reported, "The airport moved our takeoff up by half an hour. That's the best they can do." "Alright," Micah said, heading to the boarding gate, talking to the police in country H on the phone.

Andrew, Rodolfo, and the others followed closely.

Seeing Rodolfo's unease, Andrew whispered, "Mr. Clemens is worried Ms. James will kill Amelia."

"Why shouldn't she?" Rodolfo asked, puzzled. "Amelia should've been dead long ago. If we dealt with her earlier, we wouldn't have these problems."

"You're so naive," Andrew frowned. "Now's not the time to kill Amelia. We need to replace out who's helping her."

"Oh," Rodolfo suddenly understood. "Right. If we kill her, the clues are gone."

"Dealing with Amelia is easy. The key is the person behind her," Andrew said. "We're out in the open, ad they're in the shadows. Who knows what they'll do next?" "That's true." Rodolfo nodded. "Then why don't we just tell Ms. James directly?"

"There's no time, and Ms. James won't listen. Every second counts now."