Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 297 For That Woman

"Really?" A surge of joy overtook Amelia, but she quickly cast a careful glance at Micah. "Micah, is that okay with you?"

Before Micah could respond, Micah's grandfather overrode the conversation, "No need to ask for his opinion. I say it's fine, so it's fine!"

"Thank you, Grandpa." Sticking her tongue out playfully at Micah, Amelia helped Micah's grandfather into the villa.

Behind them, the bodyguards brought by the old man began moving the luggage, and Andrew and the others received them with respect.

Micah's gaze fleetingly touched the window of Sadie's room on the second floor.

In a panic, Sadie snapped the curtains shut and scurried aside. Her heart raced with fear. With Micah's grandfather and Amelia moving in, Sadie wondered about her own place in the villa. And did the old man even know of her existence? Would he join Amelia in tormenting her if he knew? Mocking her?

Sadie paced her room, her mind a tempest of worry. 'What to do?'

She contemplated waiting until they were asleep to make her escape.

As she pondered, footsteps approached, then halted outside her door. Her heart tightened. Barefoot, she tiptoed over, straining to hear the sounds from the corridor.

"Micah, I wanna stay in this room." Amelia's voice wafted through.

Through the gap beneath the door, Sadie spotted shadows, surmising a group stood outside.

"Pick another one," Micah replied coolly.

"Why?" Amelia cooed. "I just wanna be next to you."

Sadie frowned and held her breath, listening intently.

Did Amelia know she was here? Was this deliberate?

Surely, Micah wouldn't agree. His coat, his shoes, were still in the room, along with his toiletries in the bathroom. Anyone seeing her like that and the way the room was set up would deduce their connection. How would they explain this later?

"The room next door is also beside mine," Micah pointed out. "Stay there."

"Fine by me," Amelia agreed with a smile. "Grandpa, I'm gonna go organize my things."

"Go on, dear," Micah's grandfather gave the door a lingering look, then instructed Micah, "Come to my room for a talk."

"It's late. Don't you need rest?" Micah tried to decline.

"A little longer won't hurt," Micah's grandfather said, heading into his own quarters.

Andrew led the way, ordering the staff to prepare Micah's grandfather's favorite black coffee.

Micah reluctantly followed him inside.

Sadie, hands on her hips, crept to the balcony to eavesdrop. The adjoining balconies of her and Micah's rooms meant she could hear their conversation if the door was ajar. "Everyone, leave us," commanded Micah's grandfather.

"Yes, sir," Andrew led the others away.

"Grandpa, your coffee," Micah brewed a cup of the prized coffee beans himself.

"Hmm." Micah's grandfather took a sip, then sighed. "Coffee brewing is an art that demands skill. Such a waste of good coffee beans when it's not done right."

"I'll have a professional coffee pourer come tomorrow," Micah offered.

"No need," Micah's grandfather resplied flatly. "I've already called my usual coffee pourer for tomorrow."

"How long do you plan on staying?" Micah finally managed to ask after a moment of surprise. "What, you want me out of here already?" Micah's grandfather's voice took on a chilly tone. "It's not that..."

"You worried I'll cause trouble for that woman?" Micah's grandfather cut to the chase.

In the next room, Sadie, who had been eavesdropping from behind the balcony window ledge, shivered all over, her heart pounding with unease.

"Surely, with everything you have on your plate, you didn't come to Newark over something this trivial, did you?" Micah was remarkably composed. "Did my aunt talk to you?" "Hmph," Micah's grandfather snorted, his voice growing harsher. "So you do remember she's your aunt?"