Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!

Sadie stood outside the bathroom, glancing at her wristwatch, listening to the sound

of running water, waiting for the right moment to open the door.

Time dragged on. Five minutes had passed; he should be undressed by now.

Sadie grabbed a towel and pushed the door open.

Through the misty steam, the man's silhouette appeared tall and imposing, exuding a wild, untamed charm.

The wolf head tattoo on his waist, though partially obscured by the steam, was still clearly visible.

It was unmistakably Micah!

Sadie froze. How could this be?

How could the tattoo be identical?

Could he really be Micah? "Hey, babe!"

Suddenly, "Micah" turned around, reaching out to embrace Sadie.

Sadie quickly dodged, slipping out of his grasp. "Finish your shower. I'll go check if the butternut squash soup is ready."

"Hey, babe!"

"Micah" grabbed her, refusing to let go, pressing her against the wall, leaning in for a kiss.

Sadie resisted, turning her head away, angrily shouting, "Let go!"

"You're my wife. I can kiss you if I want."

"Micah" shamelessly leaned in closer, gripping her wrists.

Sadie struggled to break free. In a moment of desperation, she sharply kneed him.

"Micah" doubled over, clutching himself, his face pale with pain.

"Serves you right!" Sadie coldly pushed him away and stormed out.

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Outside the room, she saw Rebecca pacing nervously by the door. Sadie quickly composed herself and greeted her, "Rebecca, what's up?"

"I just finished making the butternut squash soup and was about to bring it over, but I heard Mr. Clemens yelling inside. Were you two fighting?"

Rebecca looked a bit embarrassed and worried.

"No, we weren't fighting." Sadie took the soup from her. "It's fine, I'll take it in. You can go back to your work."

"Alright, alright." Rebecca didn't ask any more questions and quickly left.

Sadie carried the soup back into the room, placing it on the coffee table.

She called out to the person in the bathroom, "Finish your shower and come out to drink the soup. Starting today, you can only have butternut squash soup, three times a day, one bowl per meal, with a side of pickles. Do this for two months, and your digestive system will be back to normal."

"Micah" emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, looking distressed. "You can't be serious."

"You used to do this too," Sadie said firmly. "You drank it for almost three months before, without even the pickles."

"You!"

Sadie ignored him and called Rebecca, instructing, "Rebecca, from today on, Micah can only have butternut squash soup. No alcohol or other drinks, just water. Please have someone come and clear out the minibar in the room, leaving only water."

"Yes, Mrs. Clemens," Rebecca replied promptly. "When would be a good time?"

"In an hour," Sadie checked her watch. "After he's finished the soup and the room is tidied up."

"Understood, Mrs. Clemens." Hanging up, Sadie looked at "Micah" with a serious expression.

"For the sake of your health, you need to be disciplined. You managed before, and you can do it again now."

"Hurry up and drink. Once you're done, get dressed. Rebecca will be coming in with the maids to clean the minibar." Sadie urged.noveldrama

"I have work to attend to. When Paula arrives, I'll join you for the treatment."

With that, she left the room.

"Micah" stared at the butternut squash soup in front of him, looking miserable.

The thought of the upcoming treatment made him even more distressed, but for the sake of their plan, he had no choice but to comply.