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

"Is that so?" Amelia said playfully, "Is Micah too imposing?"

Micah replied with a soft smile, "Not as approachable as you are." "That's for sure," Amelia said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Their interaction was full of suggestive remarks and a sense of intimacy that was rare to witness. They seemed to be in perfect sync with each other.

The onlookers watched them with knowing looks-few could resist rooting for this pair. After all, they matched perfectly in both background and rapport, a union that would only make them stronger. The Livingston family was brimming with anticipation for the upcoming wedding.

Sadie watched the unfolding scene, her insides clawed at by what felt like a horde of feral cats-distress was an understatement.

Yet, she constantly reminded herself, 'Be cool. Cool!'

She joined the other secretaries, carefully and respectfully arranging the documents in front of the executives before preparing to step back.

That's when Mr. Wood recognized her. With a nod, he asked in his friendly way, "Sadie? You're back at work?"

"Yes, Mr. Wood." Sadie nodded with a smile.

"Good to have you back," Mr. Wood said with relief. "Keep up the good work!"

"Mhm." Sadie placed the documents down, but her gaze inadvertently caught Micah exchanging a knowing look with Amelia. Their silent communication was in perfect sync.

Sadie's hand trembled, causing her to bump into the documents and, in turn, knock over Mr. Wood's teacup.

With a loud "clunk", the teacup tipped over on the table, pouring scalding tea onto Mr. Wood and onto Sadie's leg.

A burning pain shot through Sadie's leg.

Mr. Wood jumped up, hissing from the burn.

"I'm so sorry! So sorry!" Ignoring her own pain, Sadie hurriedly apologized to Mr. Wood while frantically trying to clean up the mess.

"Mr. Wood, are you all right?" Victoria rushed over, handling the situation and snapping at Sadie, "What did you do? Get out!"

"It's okay. Don't blame her."

Mr. Wood was quick to defend Sadie. Luckily, he was wearing slacks and wasn't burned.

"I'm sorry..." Sadie apologized again before withdrawing with her head down.

Only then did Micah glance up at her, but he quickly looked away.

Amelia cast a deep look at Sadie before turning her concern to Mr. Wood. "Mr. Wood, are you sure you're alright? Any burns? Do we need to go to the hospital?" "No burns, just a wet shirt," Mr. Wood said.

"Head back to your office and take care of it," Micah instructed.

"Alright." Mr. Wood left with his assistant.

"Let's start the meeting," Micah announced.

...

In the restroom, Sadie applied a cold, wet, disposable towel to the burned area.

The damage didn't seem too severe just a patch of red skin that stung fiercely.

She figured it might get better soon and decided not to worry about it.

"Sadie!" Victoria rushed in, holding burn ointment. "Here, apply some of this."

"Thanks, Vicki," Sadie said, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Victoria was a tough but fair boss. She didn't hold back when Sadie made a mistake, but she always helped her fix the problem afterward.

"What's got you so scattered today?" Victoria asked with a tone of concern. "Trouble at home, or just not feeling well?"

"Must be that time of the month, feeling a bit off," Sadie lied, hoping the excuse would suffice. "I'm so sorry about earlier. Did Mr. Wood get burned?"

"Just came from checking on Mr. Wood. He's fine, only got his clothes wet," Victoria replied, furrowing her brows. "You're lucky it was him. If it had been another shareholder or a client from another company, you'd be in serious trouble." "Yes..." Sadie hung her head, ashamed.

"You're not at your best today, so stay away from the front desk. Do some support work instead," Victoria instructed. "Clean up the break room and go tidy up the conference room at 11:00 a.m." "Okay!"