Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1150 Micah's Will

When he dropped that bomb, everyone got the memo.

Some folks figured Micah was probably heading back to Country F to sort out the HQ mess. Even though Raymond's will left everything to his three great-grandkids, Micah was the one running the show for now. With Nick out of the picture and Raymond gone, Micah had a ton of stuff to juggle. He couldn't just spill the beans to everyone, though. The management team in Country F wasn't as chill as the VIC Group crew; they needed a tougher approach to keep things in check. So, when Micah said he was "taking a break," everyone knew he was really off to Country F to take charge and clean up the mess.

Everyone felt a bit better, except for Ryan and Chloe, who were still stressing.

After the meeting, Micah headed back to his office to sign off on the last batch of important papers.

Ryan knocked and walked in, straight-up asking, "Are you taking a break 'cause of Sadie?"

"Did you catch the news?" Micah replied coolly. He had grown to respect Ryan more and more. Despite Ryan's stubborn streak, he always had Micah's back and never bailed when things got tough.

"Yeah, I saw it." Ryan sighed, "Life's a trip. I don't get young folks' feelings, but don't let this get you down."

"You think I'm that naive?" Micah shot back, still signing papers without even looking up.

"Are you really heading to Country F?" Ryan frowned. "Last I heard, Silas is already handling things there."

"Yep, Silas is on it." Micah paused and came clean, "I'm not taking a break because of HQ. I'm sick. If I don't get treated, I could kick the bucket."

"What?" Ryan was floored, "You're joking, right?"

"Keep this on the down-low," Micah said seriously. "I've already got my will sorted. If something happens to me, you and Silas will run the group, and all my stuff goes to the three kids." "What kind of sickness are we talking about?" Ryan asked, clearly freaked out.

"It's not a huge deal, but there's a risk," Micah downplayed it. "But we gotta be ready. Gotta make the necessary arrangements."

"But-" Ryan still looked worried.

"Don't sweat it, it's probably not gonna be your problem." Micah cut him off with a grin, "I wanna handle it myself. You're getting up there in age and can't keep grinding forever." "Are you seriously messing with me right now?" Ryan was both pissed and worried. "What's real and what's BS? Can you just tell me straight?"

"I'm being straight with you." Micah handed Ryan a document and warned, "This is for you and Silas. Keep it safe!"

"What's this?" Ryan, a bit clumsy with age, opened the envelope.

"Take your time reading it. I'm done signing, so I'm outta here." Micah said as he signed the last document, put down his pen, and got up to leave.

Ryan opened the envelope and pulled out a document-it was Micah's will.

Just like he said, the will stated that if he died unexpectedly, the Clemens Group would be run by him and Silas.

All the Clemens Group assets would go to his three kids, with specific plans laid out.

It also mentioned that Noah could choose to take over the group under Silas's watch when he turned twelve. And all of Micah's personal assets would go to Sadie!

But the will was only good for a year. If Micah died within that year, the will would kick in.

After a year, the will would be toast.

"This, this..." Ryan stammered. His hands shook as he held the will. He now believed Micah was really sick and might be in serious danger.