FULL DRAMA NOVELS Chapter 186 The Black Key
Yes, only someone like Micah Clemens could shut down a bar with a single word!
Sadie Roth recalled various pieces of evidence, like Rylan and the Rolls Royce Phantom...
Everything was pointing to the fact that Micah Clemens was the male escort!
If that was true, then Micah Clemens was the father of her children...
A tycoon who commanded power and respect in the business world surely trumped a nightclub escort, right?
With these thoughts, Sadie Roth felt a surge of emotion, her mind even starting to picture a father-son reunion...
But she quickly interrupted her own fantasy.
No, if the Clemens family had indeed maliciously taken over the Roth Group, leading to its bankruptcy and her father's demise, then Micah Clemens was her mortal enemy. How could her enemy be the father of her children?
This thought twisted her heart once more...
"Miss Roth!"
The driver's call snapped Sadie Roth back to reality. "I have some things to take care of, you can go back," she told the driver.
"Of course." The driver nodded respectfully and drove off.
Sadie Roth took out her phone, scrolling through contacts she hadn't spoken to in ages, calling them one by one...
"Uncle, it's Sadie, I wanted to talk to you about..."
Before she could finish, the call was disconnected.
"Auntie, it's Sadie..."
The call was cut off.
"Uncle, it's Sadie, yes, I'm back. Could we meet? I need to understand what happened to my dad."
Out of fifteen calls, only four were answered, and just one agreed to meet.
Sadie Roth quickly hailed a cab and headed to the meeting spot...
Her emotions were complex as she hoped Micah Clemens was the escort and yet hoped he wasn't...
She wished Ronan Potter was wrong, that the Roth Group's bankruptcy and her father's death had nothing to do with Micah Clemens.
Before she knew it, she had arrived at JS Real Estate. Entering the office, she was surprised by the environment.
Jonathan Chase, once the deputy director of the Roth Group and Edmond's right hand, now ran a small real estate agency with just five employees.
Seeing Sadie Roth, Jonathan Chase was visibly uncomfortable, quickly settling his work before taking her to a nearby café. He greeted her warmly yet awkwardly, "Miss, it's been years, but you haven't changed. I've wanted to contact you, but I feared disturbing your life."
"By age and seniority, I should call you uncle, and you can just call me by my name. No need to be so formal," Sadie Roth said with a smile.
"How could I?" Jonathan Chase was flustered. "You're Mr. Roth's daughter, and he was my benefactor..."
"So many people owed my dad, and now you're the only one willing to see me. That's rare enough," Sadie Roth said with a sense of gratitude. "Mr. Chase, I know you're busy, so I'll get straight to the point. I came to find out what exactly happened four years ago. Why did the Roth Group suddenly go bankrupt? Why did my dad take such a drastic step?"
"It's a long story..." Jonathan Chase sighed deeply. "The chairman instructed us not to tell you, hoping you'd live a peaceful life without thoughts of revenge..."
"Mr. Chase..."
"Miss, before the chairman's incident, he left something for you."
Jonathan Chase produced a small box from his pocket. Inside was a black key, which he handed to Sadie Roth with both hands and solemn significance. "The chairman told me to give this to you if you came looking for me. It belongs to a safe deposit box, number 101, with a dual-lock system. The code is your mother's birthday."
Hearing this and seeing the black key, Sadie Roth's eyes filled with tears...