Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 380 Shared Pain

Sadie was about to go downstairs for lunch when Victoria approached her with a folder of documents in hand. "Take this to Mr. Clemens' office." Sadie frowned as she took the folder, knowing that Micah wanted to see her.

Otherwise, for such important documents, Victoria should have delivered them herself instead of sending her.

"Make it quick," Victoria said with a meaningful tone. "There's an important announcement on the 66th floor at one o'clock. Miss Amelia is dining on the 17th floor and might come up any time." "Got it." Sadie felt Victoria must have figured out her relationship with Micah and despised her, which was why her attitude had changed.

Burdened with concern, Sadie entered Mr. Clemens' office, only to replace Andrew waiting outside.

"Miss Roth, what's that?" Andrew gestured at the folder in her hands.

"Miss Lynn asked me to bring it over," Sadie said.

"Got it." Andrew stepped aside to let her pass.

Sadie knocked on the door, which swung open on its own.

There was a surveillance camera hooked up to Micah's computer, so he could see who was knocking.

She walked in and placed the folder in front of Micah. "Here are the documents you requested."

"Sit down." Micah was in the process of lighting a cigar.

"This is an office," Sadie reminded.

Micah ignored her, lit his cigar, took a deep drag, and blew a ring of smoke at her.

Sadie frowned and covered her nose and mouth with her hand. "What's wrong? Is the press conference not going well?"

She knew he didn't often smoke cigars. It was usually a sign he was upset.

"In my world, there's no such thing as 'not going well'." Micah's tone was arrogant.

"Then, what is this about?"

"My old man is pushing for me to get married." Micah puffed on his cigar while studying her through the curling smoke without a trace of emotion showing.

Sadie paused, a flicker of panic in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and asked calmly, "With Miss Amelia?"

"Does it matter?" Micah feigned detachment. "It's certainly not you!"

"Oh!" Sadie nodded. She tested the water. "Well, if you're getting married, I suppose you won't be needing me anymore, right?"

Micah's brow furrowed, and his gaze fixed on her coldly. "Is that your answer?"

Sadie hesitated before blurting out, "What else?"

She genuinely didn't know how to react. Was she expected to break down in tearsand plead for him not to marry so that he could continue tormenting and controlling her? She wasn't crazy!

"So, you want me to get married?" he challenged.

"It's not about what I want." Sadie thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "It's not something I can control."

Disappointed, Micah looked down, seemingly unemotional, but the cigar between his fingers snapped...

The burning stub sunk into his palm, sending a piercing pain shooting through.

"My God, what are you doing?" Sadie hurriedly pulled his hand away, attempting to take the burning stub.

Micah suddenly grabbed her hand tightly, forcing her to share the pain, and laughed sinisterly. "Sadie, remember, you'll never escape the palm of my hand in this lifetime!" "Let go. It hurts..." Tears streamed down Sadie's face from the scalding pain.

Micah didn't let go of her. Instead, he pinned her down on the table and sealed her lips with an angry kiss...

"Micah, you monster!!!" Sadie screamed as she pounded on his chest in a futile attempt to fight him off, but his grip was too strong, and he bit down on her lip hard.

The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting elongated shadows of their entwined bodies. They were like vines tangled in a desperate embrace, impossible to separate...

With tears blurring her vision, Sadie glared at Micah, whose angry expression was quickly replaced by lust as he indulged in the pleasures of her body with obsessive delight.

She despised him, feared this twisted obsession...

She wanted nothing more than to escape...