Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 472 The Clemens Family Temper

"That's something you'll have to ask Grandpa," Micah replied, unaffected. "Perhaps Grandpa thought I was more suitable to take over his role, which is why he passed the inheritance to me on my 16th birthday. It's been ten years. Are you still

holding on to this?"

"I had let go, but you dared to mess with Alan. Don't blame me for not being nice," Nick's tone turned icy.

"That was Alan's own doing," Micah shot back.

"Ah, I almost forgot because of you," Nick chuckled sinisterly. "You and Alan got along fine as kids, but to see it come to this over Sadie... I'm curious to see what kind of beauty she is.""Oh, and you had me forgetting," Nick said with a sinister laugh. "You and Alan got along fine as kids, but to have it come to this over Sadie, I want to see what sort of beauty she is!"

"Don't mess this up..."

"That depends on my mood," Nick replied coldly with a laugh. "You know I have a temper. If Sadie makes me unhappy, there's no telling what I might do."

"Are you threatening me?" Micah was furious.

"You were the one who threatened me first," Nick said with a cold laugh. "When you finally come around and let me see FatherGrandpa, I'll naturally release Sadie!"

With that, Nick hung up...

Micah stood seething, his face ashen with fury, well aware of Nick's volatile temperament. Nick was decisive and ruthless-traits all too common in the Clemens family. If Sadie had said anything to upset Nick, Micah feared he might actually do something drastic.

"Mr. Clemens Micah, don't worry," Andrew said cautiously, trying to offer some comfort. "Rylan's already on the case, looking for Nick's whereabouts. As soon as Rylan finds a lead, we'll act immediately to rescue Miss RothSadie." Micah didn't respond, only gazed downward, lost in thought. The ultra-thin phone in his hand spun continuously, signaling his restless anxiety.

In previous clashes with Nick, Micah had always maintained composure, but this time, fear crept into his heart. The mere thought of Sadie being in danger unsettled him.

Andrew, who had never seen Micah like this, tentatively suggested, "Why not let your uncle Nick see him? Your Ggrandfather's awake now, and the hospital's full of our people. HeNick couldn't do much anyway."

"That's not the point," Micah said, furrowing his brow. "The point is, if I compromise now, there won't be any need for the fight that follows."

"So what do we do?" Andrew asked.

"We wait," Micah said, gripping his phone tight. "Let Rylan send me all the leads; I want to investigate this personally."

"Understood."

Sadie woke to find herself in a delicately furnished room, utterly alone. Recalling the events before she lost consciousness, she realized she was in danger. She attempted to sit up quickly but fell back onto the bed as dizziness overwhelmed her Cradling her head, Sadie struggled to calm down and surveyed her surroundings.

The room was elegant, indistinguishable from a hotel's guest room. She was still in her white cotton dress, her hair disheveled.

Aside from the vertigo, she felt no other injuries or discomfort.

Who could've brought her to this place?

These people didn't seem like unrelated criminals; otherwise, she wouldn't still be safe for the moment.

Could it be Micah's grandfatherGrandpa's men?

Or was it the LuminexLingston family?

Lost in conjecture, Sadie was startled as the door suddenly opened and two maids entered, pushing a serving cart. "Where am I? Who are you?" Sadie asked, propping herself up despite her weakness.