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

Chapter 8 Sadie's Lie

Micah blocked Sadie with a single hand so that no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't reach him.

Staring at her coldly, he said, "But it was you who hired me in the first place, right? It was a fair transaction. Please don't make it sound like I raped you."

Sadie cursed and clawed at him furiously, "You had no professional ethics! How could you remove protection while serving your clients? You ruined my life! I'm gonna kill you!" "What did you say?" Micah squinted, fixing his gaze on her. "Were you... pregnant?"

Sadie suddenly froze as she thought of her three babies.

She cursed fiercely in her heart, 'Yes! I got pregnant. I've given birth to three babies for you, yet you've never fulfilled your responsibility as a father!' "Answer it!" Micah shouted coldly.

"Yes... I got pregnant then!" Sadie blurted out the truth but she then changed her wording. "But... I had an abortion later. I would never have a child with a douche like you!" She didn't want her babies to be related to the bouncer in any way.

She must keep the secret from him.

"Good to know." Micah nodded as he reached into his suit pocket to fetch something.

escort here? How many more innocent women do you want to harm? I'm

halfway in the air. He frowned slightly and

door, she received a call from Samuel. "Sadie, if you don't come soon, your colleagues will leave. In that case, you don't have to go to work tomorrow." "Go to hell!" Sadie angrily hung up

many despicable men out there? One inside

a minute!' she suddenly thought. 'How could I let him get away after he ruined my life? Why does he get to live such

the private room, snarling through her gritted teeth, "Bastard! You've ruined my life! You must be responsible

Sadie broke in. Upon hearing her words, he coldly turned to her and asked, "And

it weren't for you,

it weren't for him, I wouldn't have lost my reputation and been looked upon as a despised slut; if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have become an unmarried

do

the sofa, elegantly fastening his shirt buttons. His chest muscles and eight-pack abs exuded a

chest, distracted for a

cleared her throat, and

arched an eyebrow.