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

Chapter 24 Dear Male Escort

A shiver ran down Sadie's spine at the thought of what she'd done, and she quickly messaged Micah.

Sadie: [Hey, are you still alive?]

Sadie: [Sorry. I was too greedy. It was wrong of me to sell you to those rich ladies. I've realized my mistake, and I sincerely apologize. Please forgive me...]

She sent dozens of messages in a row, but there was no reply from Micah's end.

Sadie tried making several phone calls, but none was picked up.

She waited from dusk till midnight, but Micah's message never came. With a body weakened by a cold, she had no choice but to head to the nightclub to look for Micah. The club's PR team was decked out in all sorts of sexy masks to add an air of mystery.

However, most of their masks were exaggerated and completely different from Micah's, which exuded a mysterious, icy aura, so it was still relatively easy to recognize it. After a thorough search, though, Micah was nowhere to be found.

Sadie's cold had gotten worse, with a runny nose, sneezing, fatigue, dizziness, and blurred vision. Her already stifling discomfort was exacerbated by the inadequately ventilated space.

Just as she was about to leave and push her way through the crowd, she spotted a guy in a booth wearing a black half-mask. His build, attire, and mask all seemed to match... Without a second thought, Sadie dashed over and grabbed him. "I've been looking all over for you, and here you are."

about to say something, when a woman with a woman with a surgically-altered face roared, "What the hell do you think you're doing? I've got

was about to make her exit when the woman leaped off the couch, clutching

"I paid for two hours with you! You're

tried to interject, "I wasn't planning to leave. It's

heard his accented

I think I've

you lay a finger on the

word in, the woman lunged, grabbing Sadie by the collar and

companions were quick to join

if trying to shield herself like a turtle retreating into its shell. Still, she took quite a beating, losing a few strands of hair. The man next to them shouted anxiously, "Stop! Stop

filth lies beneath,

"

women screeched, tearing at Sadie's clothes, one even going for her neck, ready to slap

her eyes, but the slap never landed. The women who had been mauling her were suddenly

miserable screams echoed in her

open her eyes to see the man she'd mistaken for Micah sprawled on the ground, having taken out the women in

exquisite