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

Chapter 7 Run Into Him Again

"How could you..." Sadie was seething with anger. She only had a few hundred in her account. How could she pay for such a bill?

"Are you telling me that you don't have the money to pay?" Samuel maliciously approached her. "You can beg me. As long as you're willing to spend a night with me, I'll handle the bill. In the future, I'll shelter you at the company, too. No one will dare to bully you-" Before Samuel could finish his sentence, Sadie slapped him in the face and angrily exclaimed through clenched teeth, "Shameless!"

Samuel touched his face. Instead of getting angry, he chuckled in a lewd manner. "That's the first time you've touched me. Your hand feels so tender!"

"You make me feel sick!" Sadie turned around and walked away in anger.

"If you run away from this bill tonight, I'm sure you're gonna have a hard time in the future. All your colleagues will look down on you and you'll be isolated..." Samuel shouted from behind, "Do you wanna lose your job?"

Sadie walked forward in a daze, feeling incredibly down.

'Surely I can't afford to lose this job, but I can't afford to foot the bill, either. What should I do?'

Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly saw a familiar figure in the private room next to hers.

A tall man sat on the sofa with his back turned towards her. His white shirt hung loosely below his waist, revealing a fierce wolf tattoo and a long scar...

It was him!

heart racing as if it was about to burst from her chest. The last time she spotted him on the street, she had been so taken aback that

his back, memories flashed through

the hospital without saying goodbye to her father, only to

relatives and friends judging and admonishing her during the

before marriage and enduring judgmental glances at the shabby

bleeding to death during

her suffering

a surge of anger overwhelmed her. Her fists clenched tightly as she

You can't just barge into a

a gesture, and the person in black immediately

themselves? It seemed like he had been

finished buttoning his shirt and slowly turned around, wearing

lips and a pair

a hollow golden flame emblem in the shape of fire, exuding

step back. How could a bouncer possess such a powerful presence?