Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 242 From Now On, I'm Yours Alone

Sadie had no idea how long she'd been tied up; her limbs had gone numb from the struggle, her wrists and ankles burning as if on fire, the fabric nearly cutting into her flesh. Finally, she stopped fighting, conserving her strength. The house was deathly quiet; the guards and staff knew better than to disturb Micah when he was in a mood.

Her phone began to ring-it was Mason. She tried to move her arms to answer, but it was futile; she could only watch helplessly as the call went to voicemail...

After a while, lights flickered outside her window, a surge of hope flared within her. She knew it was Mason signaling her. Desperate to respond but gagged and restrained, she was unable to make a sound. She writhed, trying to shake the bed or knock over a vase from the nightstand to hint at her distress, but it was no use. The bed was sturdy, and so were her restraints.

And then, the flickering lights went out. As the sound of a car engine faded away, were they leaving? Frantic, Sadie muffled whimpers through her gag, yearning to keep them there...

But the car didn't stop; instead, it sped away.

Despair washed over Sadie as she collapsed onto the bed, her eyes fixated on the ceiling, her resolve teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Knock knock!" A sudden rapping at the door, and then Dahlia entered.

"Wha... please..." Sadie, as if sighting a savior, desperately sought her aid.

Dahlia flipped the light switch and wheeled over a medical cart. She untied the cloth gagging Sadie.

"Please, untie me," Sadie urgently implored.

"I can't release you without Micah's orders."

Dahlia picked up a cup with a straw and helped Sadie drink.

After taking a few sips, Sadie pleaded anxiously, "Please, let me go... I'm begging you..."

"Miss Roth, I advise against such futile struggles," Dahlia softly counseled. "The more you resist and try to escape, the less likely Micah is to free you. Besides, you're not just hurting yourself, but endangering others too." Hearing this, Sadie was stunned. It took her a moment to regain her composure, then asked agitatedly, "What do you mean? What did he do? Has he harmed my child? What about Mason?" "Miss Clark..."

"That's rich. You actually care about him."

At the doorway, Micah, about to step in, caught the last remark and sneered ominously, "I had no plans, but you've given me an idea."

Turning, he commanded, "The Blackwell family's car hasn't gone far, has it? Bring it back!"

"Micah..."

"No!" Sadie shouted urgently. "Micah, don't do this "

"Carry out the order!" Micah commanded imperiously.

"Yes, sir." Andrew bowed his head and went to carry out the order.

"No, please..." Sadie frantically beseeched. "This has nothing to do with him, don't hurt him, I beg you, let him go..."

"How can it have nothing to do with him?" Micah sneered coldly. "Isn't the child his?"

"I..." Sadie was speechless for a moment.

As Micah raised his hand, Andrew prepared to relay the command.

In a moment of desperation, Sadie screamed, "From now on, I'll obey your every command, become completely submissive to you—just please, don't hurt my family and friends, I'm begging you..." At her words, Micah gestured to stop the previous order and slowly walked into the room.

Dahlia quickly pushed the medical cart out.

Micah, looking at Sadie tied to the bed, demanded coldly, "Is he family or a friend?"

"Friend," Sadie blurted out, then quickly added, "It's all from past mistakes, and now we're just acquaintances..."

Gazing at Micah's indifferent expression, she felt compelled to say, “From now on, I'm yours, entirely yours!"