Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 195 Screaming Into the Void

It was a wolf!

Sadie Roth felt a shiver run down her spine, her hair standing on end and legs trembling uncontrollably...

She cautiously stepped back, attempting to escape from the scene.

But the wolf quickened its pace, its eyes narrowed dangerously, emitting a cold, murderous aura.

"Don't eat me, please don't eat me..." Sadie whimpered tearfully, stepping back a few paces before breaking into a desperate run.

There was no sound behind her. Glancing back, Sadie saw the wolf pause momentarily at its original spot, then slowly begin to follow... Clearly, the wolf didn't consider her a threat a mere weak prey.

It was like a cat toying with a mouse, waiting for her to tire before pouncing to seal her fate.

As Sadie sprinted forward, she frantically swiped at her phone, trying to call for help, but the screen wouldn't budge.

Tears streaming, she cried out in panic, "Help, somebody, help me!"

But no one responded.

The well-lit Clemens family mansion was not far ahead-if she could just reach it, she would be safe.

Now, she was filled with regret, deep regret...

Why had she argued with Micah Clemens?

Why had she run out alone in the dead of night?

Could her pride or dignity save her now?

Forget whatever damned agreement, she'd sign it; anything to save her life. She'd do anything. She still had three little ones waiting for her, Brenda, Coco, and ten thousand dollars left unspent... She couldn't die!

Finally growing impatient, the wolf let out a howl and began to charge at full speed.

Sadie pushed herself to the limit, the Clemens' mansion so close yet agonizingly out of reach...

The wolf, steadily gaining on her.

Hearing the wind rush past her ears and sensing the deadly intent of the predator, Sadie's legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground with a thud... Only two words occupied her mind: It's over.

This was the end...

Behind her, the wolf opened its maw wide, lunging forward with a guttural growl.

Instinctively, Sadie closed her eyes...

At that moment, a streak of silver light shot from the side, striking the wolf in the neck.

The predator fell less than a meter away from Sadie, collapsing limply to the ground before vanishing into the adjacent thicket.

"Don't eat me, please don't eat me..."

Sadie Roth collapsed on the ground, her cries of despair piercing the stillness of the night.

In the surrounding wilderness, a pair of eyes watched her coldly, filled with undisguised contempt.

It took what felt like an eternity before Sadie Roth could gather her senses. She turned her head cautiously, her heart pounding, to replace the wolf had vanished... Scrambling to her feet, her legs trembling and unsteady, she dashed desperately toward the safety of the villa.

"Awoooo-"

From the depths of the woods, a tall, imposing figure brought a hand to their mouth, mimicking a wolf's howl with eerie accuracy.

"Ah-!" Sadie's scream sliced through the night as she quickened her pace, her voice shaking in terror, "Help, somebody help!"

At last, she reached the villa's grand entrance where a dark green, ornately wrought iron gate stood closed, unyielding, shutting Sadie out completely.

She pounded on the gate frantically, her shouts filled with urgency, "Open up, please! There's a wolf out here "

But there was no response.

A few feet away, several bodyguards stood motionless as if carved from stone, their eyes fixed straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to Sadie's pleas. "Help me, please—I'm Sadie Roth, let me in!!!" Her voice broke as panic overtook her.

The bodyguards remained indifferent.

"What's wrong with you? Let me in!" Sadie was on the verge of tears, "Micah Clemens, Micah Clemens, please! There's a wolf out here, it's gonna kill me!" "Wasn't it your choice to leave in the first place?"

A voice drifted over to her, casual and tinged with laziness.

Turning toward the source, Sadie saw Micah Clemens lounging on a wooden bench by the flower beds, draped in a robe, a cigar in one hand, a wine glass in the other, looking utterly at ease.