Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 757 Self-Protection

Micah looked at her, feeling very conflicted. He wanted her to remember the past, yet he didn't want her to remember.

If she couldn't remember, she wouldn't be able to overcome the family's grudges, be with him, and most importantly, she couldn't return to the children;

If she remembered, all the good and bad would come rushing back, including that heartless wedding and the bloody encounters she had in Thailand. No matter who attacked her, it all stemmed from the Clemens family, and Sadie would never forgive him.

Thinking about this, Micah felt extremely conflicted.

At this moment, in the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed several black modified cars following them. Micah's eyes sharpened, immediately accelerating.

"Someone is tracking us," he stated.

Sadie also quickly noticed. She coldly stared at the rear-view mirror, trying to figure out who they were, but for a moment, she couldn't distinguish them. "Your enemies?" Micah also couldn't tell; the sky was too dark; those cars were all black market-modified vehicles, obviously not wanting to be recognized. "Maybe." Sadie's eyes were fixed on the rear-view mirror, and she was manipulating her watch and sending the location system to Annika.

Once Annika received the message, she would know she was in danger and immediately bring people over.

"Don't worry, I can handle these small characters for you."

Micah accelerated, preparing to shake off those people.

"Slow down." Sadie suddenly commanded.

"Huh?" Micah was puzzled.

"If we don't let them catch up, how will I know who they are? We James Group never fear enemies; we can handle any situation!"

Micah smirked, "Your subordinates are not here. Aren't you afraid I can't handle it?"

Micah was suspicious, wondering if Sadie had brought these people to test him.

"You definitely can't handle it." Sadie analyzed while staring at the rear-view mirror.

"Three modified cars, a total of twelve people, able to silently follow us here, indicating excellent surveillance skills, then their skills won't be lacking, as for you, an emotional service provider, even if you've learned martial arts, can't beat these professional killers."

"Emotional service provider..." This euphemistic and artistic term amused Micah.

"Isn't it?" Sadie looked at him. "Slow down a bit more; they're almost losing us."

Micah had to slow down again.

"Your driving skills are good. Where did you learn them?" Sadie chatted with him while keeping an eye on the rear-view mirror.

"Self-taught." Micah glanced at her, "You're different from before. It seems you've really learned a lot over these two years."

"Of course." Sadie raised an eyebrow coldly. "Only when one becomes strong can they fear nothing."

'I will protect you too.' Micah said to himself, he hadn't protected her well two years ago, but now, he wouldn't let her get hurt again.

"I can't become dependent!" Sadie said with a faint smile. "Otherwise, the one who once protected you might end up hurting you in the future."

Upon hearing this, Micah fell silent. It seemed, indeed, to be true.

Due to the slowed speed, the three cars quickly caught up, heading straight to Pagani.

Micah's driving skills were superb, skillfully avoiding them.

But those three cars kept chasing.

Micah kept maneuvering around them, not letting them get close.

No matter how they changed formations or altered strategies, they couldn't touch the Pagani.

Like a clumsy cat unable to catch a cunning mouse, instead getting infuriated by the opponent.

Sadie smirked, "Your driving skills are exceptional."

"Watch, they're about to get angry soon."

As Micah spoke, the windows of the three cars opened, and several masked men in black shot at their tires.