"Stop standing around." Victoria hurried over and instructed Sadie, Lucia, and a few other secretaries, "Get inside and help!" "Miss Lynn, we can''t squeeze in," Lucia whispered.


    "Follow me." Victoria Lynn led them inside while instructing them. "These gifts and envelopes are to be handed out to all members of the mediater, one per person, without exception. Help package them into gift bags here, and I''ll take you with me to distribute them when the timees, got it?"


    "Understood!"


    The seven secretaries were in a side hall packaging gifts. The door was slightly ajar, allowing them to see Micah and Amelia on stage, along with their bodyguards and assistants.


    As she worked, Sadie couldn''t help stealing nces at Micah.


    He was in a formal suit, hair well-groomed, and though still reserved and sparing with words, he remained the center of attention.


    "A guy like Mr. Clemens is like a god, perfect in every way. He probably sets his sights so high, us ordinary people can''t catch his eye," Lucia murmured. "Only someone of Miss Amelia''s noble birth can be a match for him." "You''re right," Sadie replied and returned to her work.


    "Hey, more people are arriving," a secretary eximed suddenly. "The outer hall is electric."


    "Who is it?" Several secretaries stretched to see.


    "It looks like... Miss Amelia''s father." Someone recognized the figure. "Miss Amelia has gone to greet him, calling him daddy and all."


    "Miss Amelia''s father is the chairman of the Lingston Group. His presence shows just how significant this coboration is," another secretary said excitedly.


    "Nonsense," a secretary said in a hushed tone. "The Lingston Group has been eager to partner with the Clemens. Of course, the chairman himself would show up."


    "Miss Amelia is already a Clemens," one secretary spected. "Her presence alone says enough. I think Miss Amelia''s father isn''t here just for a partnership..." "Could it be... an announcement of a marriage alliance?"


    "It must be!"


    The junior secretaries were buzzing with excitement, unable to contain their enthusiasm.


    Sadie watched Micah on stage, her feelings a tangled mess...


    Were they really getting married?


    Could this mean her release?


    A secretary identally bumped Sadie''s hand. "Oops, sorry, Sadie. Did I hurt you?" "It''s fine."


    A searing pain shot through her palm as Sadie nced at the scars on her hand...


    The one on the back of her hand was a reminder of Amelia''s high heel, and the one in her palm was from Micah''s scalding earlier.


    The scar on the back of her hand told her to keep her distance from Micah, yet the one in her palm echoed Micah''s words. "Sadie, you won''t escape my grasp in this lifetime..."


    What was she to do?


    "Mr. Lingston, did you personallye to sign the contract with Mr. Clemens?" a journalist asked from below the stage.


    "Yes." Nelson Lingston, a suave middle-aged man, arrived and immediately extended a weing handshake and embrace to Micah before turning to the press with a charming smile. "The Lingston Group holds this partnership in high regard and is very thankful to the Clemens for this opportunity. We also appreciate the media for being here to witness our contract signing..."


    Amelia gleamed with admiration and pride as she watched her father.


    Micah, however, kept ncing at his watch and asionally touched his Bluetooth earpiece, as though he was on a call.


    "The signing ceremony will nowmence!"


    Following the announcer''s statement, Micah and Nelson signed the contract amidst the witness of hundreds of media outlets.


    After signing, both men shook hands for the cameras and exchanged documents.


    Suddenly, amotion stirred outside, even more sensational than when Micah had first appeared. Micah''s expression shifted, and he quickly signaled to Andrew beside him.


    Andrew rushed towards the entrance to intercept, but Grandpa Clemens had already made his entrance...