Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 245 A Smile of Gratitude

"Remember your promise!" he warned.

Micah's hand ventured inside her clothes, growing bold once again.

In an instant, Sadie melted into his embrace, as pliable as wax softened by heat.

Her freedom came at the price of compliance.

Leaving the Clemens family estate, Sadie felt as if she were walking out of prison, tasting freedom for the first time. She rolled down her car window, closed her eyes, and savored a moment of liberty in the sunlight and breeze. "Miss Roth, your new place is all set up, and no one but Mr. Clemens will know your new address," Dahlia informed her with respect.

Sadie blinked in surprise. "What? I didn't ask you to do that. I just rented a new place."

"I took the liberty of canceling that lease," explained Dahlia. "Folks from the Whites, Potters, and Blackwells all knew about it. It wasn't safe for you there."

"But..."

"Don't worry," Dahlia assured her. "Although Micah bought the house for you, he won't come by to bother you. You and the kids will be safe. If Micah wants to see you, I'll arrange it."

"Got it," Sadie said reluctantly, though the arrangement made her uneasy, almost as if she were under surveillance.

She remained in the palm of Micah's hand.

He had treated her well, considering he mistakenly thought her child was with another man.

Now that all secrets were laid bare, there was no more hiding. Her life could be out in the open-a good thing, perhaps?

Her relationship with Micah was tenuous but likely temporary. Men's intrigue fades, and once Micah's loses interest, he would leave, granting her true freedom...

At that thought, Sadie found herself almost hopeful.

Arriving at her destination before she knew it, she peered out the window to replace herself at 1 Prosperity Lane. The place made her pause—it was where she once lived. Prosperity Lane marked where wealth and poverty intersected—the first ter residences were luxurious homes in the so-called affluent district. Beyond that lay the rundown area for commoners. The higher the number, the poorer the inhabitants. Sadie had once lived in number 32, a humble abode with cheap rent and basic living conditions.

But now, within days, she was moving into the coveted number one address on Prosperity Lane!

Craning her neck out the car, she gazed up at the grand building with a mix of awe and apprehension turning to ask, "How much is this place?"

"Not much," Dahlia smiled. "Just over 1.3 million. It's 1,985 square feet with four bedrooms and two living areas—perfect for when the kids grow up." "When did you buy it?" Sadie pressed on.

"An hour ago," Dahlia said with a smile. "This building was developed by VIC Group's subsidiary. The unit I've reserved for you is the model apartment. It's been open for half a year. Just a few touch-ups and new furniture and appliances, and you can move in. I've got a team taking care of everything..."

She glanced at her watch and added, "Once you say goodbye to Mr. Chase and have lunch with the kids, everything will be ready by the time you get home."

"And your luggage, and Coco, will be delivered to your new place soon. Your reinstatement at work is all set up too..."

Dahlia had arranged everything and informed Mason to meet Brenda and the kids at a restaurant near the new home.

Sadie couldn't fault the impeccable arrangements, yet she felt an unsettling sense of being controlled...

It felt like like Micah held the reins of her entire life!

The feeling was suffocating.

But all Sadie could do was smile and say, "Thank you!"