Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 162 The Contract from Ten Years Ago

Sadie instructed Brenda to take good care of the bracelet, then hurried downstairs with the three children for breakfast.

The breakfast that Brenda had gotten up so early to prepare was spitefully ruined by Coco.

The children were very upset by his antics and agreed they should ignore Coco for the next three days.

Sadie took them to have breakfast at a shop downstairs, and the school bus arrived just in time. After sending them off, she hurriedly made her way to the office. The morning was like going to battle...

Despite racing against the clock, Sadie still arrived ten minutes late.

However, Chloe didn't even have time to scold her because today was the new product launch, and everyone was busy preparing for the event on the 66th floor.

Only Sadie, the low-ranking secretary, stayed behind to keep watch at the reception on the 68th floor.

With no visitors arriving today, Sadie suddenly found herself with some free time, unaccustomed to the idleness. She stood at the reception going through work documents, eager to learn more and become a regular staffer soon. Suddenly, the elevator doors slid open, and a tall, upright figure hurried out...

Sadie looked up and saw it was Micah.

His brows were furrowed, his face dark with brooding, a fierce blaze seemed to envelop his whole being as if it were about to incinerate anyone into ashes...

Her heart skipped a beat, and in a fluster, she greeted, "Mr. Clemens..."

Without so much as a glance at her, Micah strode past, the red light on his Bluetooth earpiece blinking - he was in the middle of a call: "Aunt, we hardly ever touch base, so what's this sudden attack on my system about?" "That was well-deserved!"

"I've no desire to argue about this with you. Just back off immediately, or you'll have me to reckon with!"

As he spoke, he kicked a chair aside.

With a loud "bang," the chair slammed against the wall, shattering instantly, leaving a visible mark on the wall.

Startled, Sadie shivered, her heart pounding wildly in a chaotic rhythm before she could regain her composure.

It was the first time she had seen Micah that enraged; had that poor chair been a person, it most likely would have been lifeless now.

Then, Andrew emerged from the elevator, rapidly heading towards the president's office while saying to Sadie, "Bring in a bucket of ice." Sadie hurried to the pantry and brought back a bucket full of ice.

The door to the president's office was ajar.

As Sadie approached, she could hear Andrew cautiously advising, "Mr. Clemens, there's still half an hour before the press conference, we have time..."

"Out of the question." Micah grated out furiously, "A blood pact signed in front of Grandfather ten years ago when we split the family business to pursue our paths, and now she dares to breach that agreement and send someone to attack my system!"

"Mr. Clemens, Rylan's on it and should have it resolved shortly..."

"Nonsense!" Micah growled in irritation, "Of course, I know it can be fixed; what infuriates me is that woman breaking the pact..."

"Right, their actions are indeed over the line. But they did so because you hurt Alan first, Sir. You almost killed him..."

"Who?" Micah's incisive rebuke cut Andrew off.

Startled, Sadie shuddered, the ice bucket dropping from her hands, scattering ice cubes all over the floor. She scurried to pick them up... "What are you sneaking around for?" Micah glared at her.

"I asked her to bring some ice," Andrew hastily explained, then moved to help Sadie clean up, "Go get another bucket; I'll take care of this." Sadie left in a rush, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. What did they mean by what they were saying?

She didn't understand the specifics of the business warfare, but she had caught the name "Alan."

Could it be that Alan was one of Micah's family members?

If that were the case, many questions that plagued her mind would start to make sense...

For instance, the reason why they look so much alike, could they be brothers? Relatives?

And the matter of the male escort coming to pick her up that day, it might have been arranged on purpose by him...

This means, he's very likely the real "debt-repaying male escort"...