Chapter 1542 Cowardice
Micah looked visibly troubled and uneasy as he faced the group's suggestions, casting a cautious glance at Sadie, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Let's head to the conference room," Sadie called out.
A few people obediently started walking towards the conference room, while most of them watched Micah's reaction.
"Yeah, let's go," Micah echoed.
Only then did Declan and the others start moving towards the conference room.
"After you, Micah," Sadie said, giving Micah a long, meaningful look.
Micah avoided her gaze and walked briskly into the conference room.
"Mr. Clemens!"
In the spacious conference room, dozens of shareholders and executives stood up to greet Micah as he entered.
Everyone had thought Micah had perished in the fire, so seeing him safe and sound now made them all very emotional, with some even tearing up.
Seeing this scene, Micah couldn't help but feel moved. This was the first time since becoming Micah that he truly felt the weight of this identity.
"Please, everyone, take your seats," Micah said, addressing the board members and executives.
"Mr. Clemens, please sit," Declan said, pointing to the president's chair.
Recently, Sadie had been occupying this black leather chair, a symbol of the president's authority.
Now, Declan and the others were eager to see Micah reclaim his position, worried that Sadie might continue to hold onto power.
Micah didn't sit down but looked at Sadie with a nervous expression.
"Why are you looking at me?" Sadie smiled. "Sit down!"
"You should sit," Micah said, not daring to take the seat and instead pulling out the chair for Sadie.
This humble attitude made everyone present even more indignant.
The president of the Clemens Group, the head of the Clemens Family, had always been proud and authoritative. How could he now be so submissive? This was unacceptable!
Sadie looked deeply at Micah, now understanding his ploy—to appear pitiful and garner sympathy.
"What's wrong with you?" Sadie smiled sweetly, but her hand pressed him firmly into the chair. "This is your seat."
Though it seemed gentle, her grip was strong.
Forced to sit in the president's chair, Micah looked awkward and unsure, glancing at the board members and executives with a timid and uneasy expression.
At this moment, many couldn't sit still.
Some were red-faced with anger, others were indignant, almost ready to slam the table, and some were whispering among themselves.
A few looked expectantly at Ryan, hoping he would say something.
Ryan had been observing Micah since he walked into the conference room, feeling that something was off but unable to pinpoint it.
If he didn't know Sadie, he might have suspected, like the other board members, that Micah was being suppressed by Sadie.
But he trusted that Sadie wouldn't do such a thing.
So, he continued to watch, unsure of what the couple was up to.
"Ms. James!"
Chloe hurried in, whispering in Sadie's ear, "There are reporters outside waiting. They want to know if you can spare five minutes for an interview."
"Just a moment," Sadie replied, then turned to Micah. "Are you feeling unwell? Why aren't you speaking?"
"You can handle it," Micah said, looking even more anxious, as if he didn't dare to speak.
Sadie frowned, a flicker of anger in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it and smiled. "It's tough on you, coming to the meeting despite feeling so unwell."
Then she told Chloe, "Let the reporters in. We'll do the interview right here."
"Yes, Ms. James," Chloe replied.
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