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Chapter_83
Sadie watched Micah carefully, her pulse quickening as the silence stretched between them. She could feel the weight of his attention, but he said nothing. His fingers gently cradled the wine glass, his focus seemingly lost in its contents. She couldn’t shake the sense that the mention of the Roth Group had struck a chord with him. Why had his demeanor changed so suddenly? The calm, collected Micah she was accustomed to had shifted, even if only for a moment.
The room around them was filled with clinking glasses and hushed conversations, the auction continuing in full swing, but Sadie’s thoughts were locked on the man beside her.
Micah finally broke the silence, his voice low but steady. “The Roth Group… That name carries a lot of weight,” he said, more to himself than to her.
Sadie’s heart raced. His tone was calculating, like he was piecing together a puzzle in his mind. “What do you mean by that?” she asked cautiously, her curiosity piqued but guarded.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers, the intensity in his gaze sending a shiver down her spine. “There are always stories behind the scenes in business. Some are more complicated than you know.”
Sadie swallowed, a sense of unease creeping up on her. “But my father’s company was legitimate. It was successful,” she insisted, though doubt was beginning to creep into her voice. “He never seemed like the type to be involved in anything shady.”
Micah’s lips curled into a thin smile, but there was no humor in it. “Success doesn’t always tell the full story,” he said cryptically, before taking another sip of his wine. “Your father’s downfall… there was more to it than bad decisions or market conditions. But I’m sure you already know that.”
Sadie was taken aback. Was he suggesting that there had been something more sinister at play? “Are you implying that someone was behind it?” Her voice trembled slightly, but she steadied herself. She had to know more. She needed to understand.
Micah set his glass down and looked at her, his expression unreadable. “I don’t make assumptions without evidence,” he said coolly. “But if you want answers, you might want to dig a little deeper. Not all truths are easy to uncover.”
Sadie’s mind raced. Was Micah implying that her father had been involved in something more dangerous than she realized? She had always suspected that there were hidden factors in her father’s sudden downfall, but to hear it from someone like Micah—someone who operated in high-stakes circles—made her realize how little she actually knew.
“I don’t know if I want to know,” Sadie murmured, her thoughts heavy. “Some things are better left buried.”
Micah’s gaze softened, just a fraction, but his voice remained firm. “You won’t be able to move forward without understanding your past, Sadie. You’ll never truly know peace if you keep avoiding the truth.”
Before she could respond, the auctioneer’s voice rang out, signaling the next item up for bid. The moment had passed, but the conversation lingered in the air between them, thick with unspoken tension.
Sadie took a deep breath and tried to refocus on the auction. She forced herself to smile politely as the next item was presented, but in her mind, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Micah had just dropped a bombshell on her. Her father’s death, the collapse of the Roth Group—had they really been the result of nothing more than bad luck and bad timing?
Micah’s words echoed in her mind, haunting her: “Not all truths are easy to uncover.”
She knew that the more she delved into her father’s past, the more dangerous it could become. Yet, she couldn’t ignore the growing sense that Micah knew more than he was letting on. The question was, how far was he willing to go to help her find the answers? And what price would she have to pay to uncover the truth?
As the evening wore on, the atmosphere in the hall became more relaxed, the guests settling into their seats as the auction continued. But for Sadie, the excitement of the event felt distant, overshadowed by the storm brewing in her heart. She had no idea where this path would lead her, but one thing was certain: she couldn’t turn back now.
