Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 379 Intercepting the Old Man

After seeing Amelia off, Andrew hurried back to Mr. Clemens' office and reported, "Micah, the press has started to arrive downstairs. The PR department has arranged for them to dine on the 13th floor, and there's a private room reserved for you and Miss Amelia on the 17th floor. We might need to hustle a bit..."

As Andrew finished speaking, he noticed Micah sitting on the couch, seemingly lost in thought while looking at the documents in his hand, showing no intention to move.

"Is something wrong?" Andrew asked cautiously.

"Do you think the old man is plotting something by suddenly calling Nelson Lingston here?" Micah asked in a low tone.

"Well..." Andrew hesitated to speak. "You know what's going on. Why make me say it?"

"Is it amusing?" Micah leaned back on the couch with a look of annoyance. "At his age, he still wants to control others."

"You're not just anybody. You're his grandson." Andrew observed Micah's expression. "The Clemens have depended on a single heir for seven generations, and everyone is counting on you."

"So, he's forcing a marriage?" Micah groused unhappily. "Is my worth just to breed and provide a bunch of heirs for the Clemens?"

Andrew remained silent, not daring to utter a word.

"Call Rylan here," Micah instructed.

"What are you planning?" Andrew panicked. "The press conference is about to start. This isn't the time for rash actions. Besides, the old man might not do anything. Maybe we're overthinking it."

"If he does nothing, that's for the best. If he tries something, I'll be ready." Micah glared at him. "What's the matter? Are you not listening to me now?"

"It's not that... "Andrew, unable to dissuade him, reluctantly made the call to Rylan.

"Micah!" Rylan had been busy handling external matters and had returned just for today's press conference to maintain order.

"Listen carefully." Micah pointed at him and commanded firmly, "I don't want to see the old man or Nelson Lingston at the one o'clock press conference!"

"Uh..." Rylan's eyes widened in astonishment. "You mean, you want me to intercept the old man and Nelson Lingston? That might not be a good idea..."

"If Nelson Lingston comes alone, let him in. After all, he's mild-mannered. Withoutthe old man around, he won't get pushy," Micah said seriously. "However, if he shows up with the old man, you MUST stop them!!!"

"Uhm..." Rylan's face turned pale. "How could I dare to do that?"

"Whatever it takes, you follow through, or you can pack your bags," Micah said domineeringly.

Rylan's expression was that of a man sentenced to death. His eyes pleadingly turned to Andrew.

Andrew spread his hands helplessly, signaling there was nothing he could do.

"Alright, everyone out." Micah rubbed his temples wearily. "Tell Amelia I won't be coming down for lunch. I'll see everyone in the conference room at one."

"Yes, sir." Andrew, dragging the dismayed Rylan out of the office.

"I'm supposed to stop the old man? Isn't this a death sentence?" Rylan whispered with a face full of sorrow.

"Worse than death," Andrew replied sympathetically. "But what can you do? You know how Micah is."

"What am I going to do?" Rylan sighed deeply.

"Just pray silently for now," Andrew murmured. "Maybe Micah is overthinking, or maybe Miss Amelia is coming alone. The boss didn't even give a heads-up. He might not show up." "And if he does?" Rylan glared at him coldly.

"Well..." Andrew was at a loss for words. "Then, you'll just have to bite the bullet."

"Damn it," Rylan cursed through gritted teeth. "It's me who's going to suffer, not you. Enjoy the show!"

"Hey, you think I have it easy?" Andrew's face was a picture of misery. "If things get out of hand at the conference, I'll be in a world of pain too."

"Forget it. I don't want to talk anymore," Rylan left in anger.

Watching his departure, Andrew sighed deeply...