Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 685 Don't be Too Hasty

Micah's voice was light, yet firm as he replied, "I have my limits. You're unwell, rest more and don't burden yourself with the company's affairs." past two years, I haven't asked what you've been doing," Mr. Clemens Senior said gravely, "but the James Group's aggressive move on the domestic market is a matter you can't ignore. Tristan has nearly monopolized the Southeast Asian market and has rallied significant support. If you were in his shoes...""I understand," Micah cut him off, setting down his drink with a casual air. "Is there anything else? If not, I'll retire for the night."With a sigh of frustration, Mr. Clemens Senior turned his face away, waving Micah off dismissively. "You should retire early as well; late nights are detrimental to your health," Micah advised, rising from his seat and departing. Mr. Clemens Senior watched Micah's retreating figure, a deep sigh escaping his lips, his eyes filled with a profound sadness.Silas, attempting to comfort him, poured a cup of coffee and offered, "Don't worry so much. Despite Micah's cold and arrogant demeanor, he has always been adept at handling business matters.""If he were truly adept, the James Group wouldn't be in the position it is today," Mr. Clemens Senior retorted coldly. "I can see his mind is elsewhere, constantly preoccupied with replaceing that woman."Silas, treading carefully, advised, "That's only human nature. As long as he can regain his focus, everything will be fine."He's as incorrigible as his father," Mr. Clemens Senior muttered angrily, "Always entangled in romantic affairs. How can he achieve anything under these circumstances?"Silas chose to remain silent, opting instead to cover Mr. Clemens Senior's legs with a blanket."Alright, take me back to my room," Mr. Clemens Senior conceded, aware that aside from venting his frustrations, there was little else he could do. He was growing old, and many decisions now fell to Micah. No matter how much he advised, it seemed to fall on deaf ears. As Silas wheeled Mr. Clemens Senior back to his room, they passed the living room and noticed the study door on the second floor slightly ajar, light spilling out from within. Andrew hurriedly entered, a stack of documents in hand."See, Micah is still working late into the night. It's evident he's dedicated," Silas quickly pointed out."Dedication is commendable," Mr. Clemens Senior agreed, nodding in satisfaction.In the upstairs study, Andrew handed the documents to Micah. "Micah, this is all the information on Miss James."Micah accepted them, scanning the contents with a sneer. "Flawless.""It's nearly impossible to replace any discrepancies," Andrew agreed. "Her academic records are meticulously detailed, from elementary school to college, and even her postgraduate and doctoral studies. They've even documented the kindergarten she attended, and her academic achievements are all clearly recorded."Micah remained silent, continuing to review the materials and photographs. They contained records of Sadie's growth from childhood to adulthood, including pictures from her early years and adolescence. No discrepancies were apparent."Could it be possible that she isn't Miss Roth?" Andrew ventured, "Otherwise, why would there be such comprehensive evidence of her upbringing?"Micah chuckled coldly, "Our Clemens family can erase all traces of a person's existence. How hard could it be for the James family to fabricate someone's history?"Andrew had no response to that."Have you located her?" Micah asked, setting the documents aside."Not yet," Andrew admitted, shaking his head. "It seems they've intentionally gone into hiding. It's proving difficult to track them down. Rylan is still investigating; he'll replace a way.""Tell Rylan to stop investigating," Micah ordered immediately. "If they wish to keep it a secret, we shouldn't pry. It would only make it seem as though I orchestrated it.""Understood," Andrew replied, promptly relaying the message to Rylan."The James Group has seized control of the Atlantic coastline and is preparing to penetrate the domestic market. We're bound to cross paths in the business world. I'm certain we'll meet soon."Micah drummed his fingers on the table, anticipation stirring within him. Yet, he forced himself to maintain his composure. He couldn't afford to act hastily.