Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 382 The Perfect Match

"You've asked that many times already." Sadie frowned deeply.

"Answer the question," Micah pressed again.

"No." Sadie coldly averted her gaze. She couldn't let him take her children, couldn't let them live with this erratic tyrant......

"Good, very good!" This time, Micah seemed calm. He chuckled, nodded, downed his drink, and then commanded, "You can leave now."

Sadie stood up and left without a moment's hesitation.

Micah lifted his gaze only once the inky doors clicked shut, his eyes lingering on their sealed frame as a mocking sneer curled at his lips. How foolish to even harbor a glimmer of hope...

The office was eerily quiet, apart from Lucia at the reception desk. Her coworkers were nowhere in sight.

Half an hour to go before the press conference, everyone must be busy prepping.

Sadie, with no appetite to speak of, drifted into the break room and warmed up some milk, her mind elsewhere. As she reached for a mug, her palm grazed the wound she'd forgotten about, and she recoiled instinctively...

With a crash, the mug plummeted to the floor, shattering.

She gazed down at the shards scattered across the tiles, her mood sinking even further...

"You okay?" A gentle voice reached out.

It was Lucia, a fellow secretary, no different in rank from her.

"I grabbed this pineapple bun for a snack earlier and then remembered my diet. It seems like a waste to toss it. Want it?" Lucia offered Sadie the uneaten bun.

"Thanks." Sadie smiled, accepting the gesture of kindness.

"Why not warm up another cup of milk? There are fresh mugs beneath the cabinet," Lucia chirped bubbly, pointing to the cupboard under the microwave. "Hang in there!" With a smile, Sadie gave back a gesture of encouragement.

"I have to run." Lucia dashed back to her post.

Taking a deep breath, Sadie warmed another cup of milk, sat down, and started snacking on the bun and sipping the milk.

Suddenly, a flood of security guards filled the area. Soon after, Rylan began barking orders. "Shut down the elevators in ten minutes. No one gets in or out of Mr. Clemens' office.

"Notify all secretaries who haven't gone that they must go down to the 66th floor to assist. Except for my security team, I don't want anyone here."

"Oh, looks like we missed one. I'll go tell her now." Lucia hurried to the break room. "Sadie, come with me. They're about to lock down Mr. Clemens' elevators."

"Oh." Sadie quickly set down her food, wiped her mouth, and followed Lucia out.

Walking past the front desk, Rylan nodded slightly in a gesture of acknowledgment and reminded, "Today's press conference is crucial. Our security has taken comprehensive measures. Stay on the 66th floor and don't wander around." "Yes, Mr. Rylan!" Lucia bowed her head without making eye contact.

"Thank you." Sadie expressed her gratitude and pulled Lucia into the elevator.

The two arrived on the 66th floor, where the conference had already begun. As mere underlings, they couldn't squeeze into the packed room and had to help out in the hall.

But overdrawing from the main event were clear echoes. It was probably Micah making his entrance, followed by the media's exuberant cheers and then thunderous applause.

This was Micah's first public appearance in domestic media and his official foray into the domestic market!

Sadie stood on her tiptoes and craned her neck to see.

The audience was abuzz. All spotlights were on him as photographers snapped pictures and took videos tirelessly while reporters jostled to ask questions.

Micah sat on the stage and politely waved to the crowd, sporting a faint smile on his lips.

Beside him, Amelia radiated joy while warmly greeting the major media outlets and even calling out some of the famous reporters by name to the surprise and delight of many, leaving an excellent impression. Really, from any perspective, they seemed like the perfect match...