Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 163 The Overbearing CEO's Protection

The more Sadie thought about it, the more plausible it all seemed, what she couldn't fathom though was that if Micah really was a male escort; why on earth would he do such a thing? She suddenly remembered what Alan had said, "Have you ever considered that I was never a male escort, and it's you who mistook me for one?"

"Four years ago, I went into the wrong room by mistake. You could say it was an alignment of the stars, a twist of fate..."

"I'm used to a life of smooth sailing, without any challenges or anything new and exciting. Suddenly someone mistakes me for a male escort and pushes me to make and share money, it's thrilling!" Perhaps, these seemingly false lies, are actually true...

It's just that she had the wrong person.

However, without concrete evidence, nothing can be proven. Maybe all of this is just a coincidence, and she's overthinking...

The Alan that Andrew speaks of might not be the Mr. Alan she knows.

After all, Micah is aloof and supremely confident, how could he possibly play the role of a male escort?

She had also hit and scolded the male escort on more than one occasion. Admittedly; with a nasty attitude. If it really was Micah posing as a male escort; she doesn't know how many times she would have "died"...

And so, with this realization; Sadie becomes unsure about it all, once again. Her thoughts are all jumbled, she shakes her head, reminding herself not to think about it anymore...

But then, another question hits her. Is Micah the male escort or not? Wouldn't she know by checking the tattoo on his lower back?

Other things might be coincidental, but that tattoo can't be exactly the same, right?

With these thoughts, a sudden clarity presents itself to Sadie. She takes a deep breath and carrying a fresh ice pack, she heads to the president's office.

The atmosphere is tense. Micah is working on the computer, devising strategies himself. "Notify the Thunder Team to pick Mr. Wood up, they must bring him back to VIC Group safely." "Inform all the security guards to fiercely guard every entrance and exit. Detain anyone suspicious immediately."

"Instruct Rylan to review all media and external personnel."

"Yes, Sir!" Andrew immediately relays the orders, and then, unsure, he asks, "Mr. Clemens, if all eighteen are dispatched to pick up Mr. Wood, then there will be no one left here for you..." "Aren't you a person?" Micah retorts sharply.

"Yes, Sir!" Andrew bows his head to give orders, not daring to say another word.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Sadie sets down the ice pack and prepares to leave.

"Miss Roth..." Andrew whispered, "There's a lot of water where the ice was spilled. Could you please clean it up?"

"Sure." Sadie quickly grabbed a cloth and squatted down to wipe the floor.

"What are you doing?" At that moment, Micah, who was racing against time, suddenly looked at her.

Startled, Sadie hastily replied, "Wiping the floor."

"Who told you to do that?" Micah frowned.

Sadie timidly glanced toward Andrew.

"It was me..." Andrew quickly explained, "Because that spot..."

"Why didn't you clean it yourself?" Micah glared at him.

Andrew was taken aback, but he quickly caught on and bowed deeply at a right angle, apologizing sincerely to Sadie, "Miss Roth, I'm terribly sorry..."

He then frantically took the cloth from Sadie's hands and knelt on one knee to clean the floor.

Sadie was utterly bewildered. What was happening?

"Get out," Micah commanded coldly.

Sadie walked out, dazed and confused.

Just a few steps away, she remembered she hadn't taken the tray, so she returned to grab it. At the doorway, she overheard Micah's chilling rebuke, "Who gave you the audacity to order her around?" "I'm sorry, I realize my mistake, I simply wasn't thinking clearly. Please forgive me!" Andrew was profusely repentant.

"Let there be no next time," Micah warned chillingly.

"Yes, Sir, it won't happen again," Andrew promised, not daring to even breathe heavily.

Hearing these words, Sadie felt a mixture of complex emotions, tinged with trepidation and unease...