Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 68 Distinguished Identity

Sadie gazed at the car, reminiscing about the day she returned from the countryside.

The taxi, transporting her and the children, had collided with a Rolls-Royce Phantom near the train station.

Inside the car, she had glimpsed a man with a severely injured back, blood marring the wolf head tattoo on his lower back.

Instantly, she had recognized him as the man from four years ago.

Yet, before she could confirm, the car had swiftly driven away.

Her thoughts had been fixated on the man, causing her to overlook memorizing the license plate number.

Nevertheless, she vividly recalled that only 35 limited edition Rolls-Royce Phantoms existed globally, with merely three in the domestic market.

So... could Micah really be that person?

"Miss Roth, are you alright?" Dahlia called softly.

"I-I'm fine." Sadie snapped back to reality, deliberately changing the subject. "I'm just amazed by such a beautiful car."

"Don't be shy. Mr. Clemens said you can use it anytime." Dahlia smiled, "Come. Let's get in the car."

"Okay."

As they got into the car, Sadie was still trying hard to recall what had happened that day, but she couldn't remember the license plate number no matter how much she tried. She decided to test Dahlia. "By the way, did Mr. Clemens get injured recently?"

Since she was the private doctor of the Clemens family, Dahlia must have known if Micah was injured.

"No," Dahlia replied. "As the sole Clemens heir, Mr. Clemens carries the fate of the entire family. His safety is of utmost importance, and he is always protected by 18 bodyguards. He wouldn't get injured easily." "Oh," Sadie nodded, puzzled. He didn't get injured? Could it be that person wasn't him?

'Come to think of it, when I saw him at the company last time, he was in the rooftop swmiiming pool.

'If he really was that person, his back injury shouldn't have healed yet, and he would have to be careful even with water. How could he swim? Could I have made a mistake?' "Why do you suddenly ask about this?" Dahlia asked.

Sadie made up an excuse. "Just... I observed that he's been displaying an irritable demeanor lately, and I pondered whether it might be linked to an injury..."

"Mr. Clemens actually has a good temper." Dahlia smiled faintly, a hint of complexity in her eyes.

Sadie decided not to ask any further questions and quietly looked out the window, thinking about how to deal with the White family later.

...

After a roughly 40-minute drive, they finally arrived at her former home, now the Whites' home.

As the car entered, Sadie could already see a group of familiar figures from afar.

Indeed, it was those people who used to cling to her father for a living, and now most of them were there.

Felipe and Kathleen were dressed luxuriously, with joyful smiles on their faces.

The wind welcomed them at the doorstep. Each person carried generous gifts, extending respectful greetings.

The scene unfolding before her felt familiar, reminiscent of the Roth family from a few years ago.

In those days, Edmond exuded vitality, and the entrance buzzed with life as a group of visitors arrived bearing gifts.

Perhaps even the conversations in Newark hadn't changed much since then. However, during that time, Felipe and his family had been part of the gift-giving crowd. Now, they were the proud owners of the mansion.

A honk from behind caught their attention.

Sadie glanced at the rearview mirror, revealing a white Bentley trailing behind the Rolls-Royce it belonged to the Potter family.

"Why are you pressing all these buttons?" Ronan scolded the driver from inside the car.

The driver lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter."

"Why are you angry?" Leah looked displeased. "This is my own home, and no one can stop me."

"The Phantom in front; doesn't it look like Mr. Clemens' car?" Ronan opened the car window and observed carefully. "Could it be that your parents invited Mr. Clemens?" "Which Mr. Clemens?" Leah leaned out to get a look. "You mean Micah from the VIC Group?"

"Vincent, go check it out," Ronan ordered.

"Yes, sir." Vincent got out of the car and went to investigate, then quickly signaled to them. "It really is Mr. Clemens' car."

Ronan immediately instructed, "Park the car quickly."

"Yes," the driver obliged and parked the car.

Ronan quickly got out to greet him. Leah got out from the other side, her high heels clicking as she ran a few steps to catch up.