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."

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

the woman leaped off the couch, clutching the

for two hours with you! You're not

tried to interject, "I

heard his accented voice—it wasn't

I think I've

bitch! How dare you lay a finger on the person I reserved? I'll make you pay for

get a word in, the woman lunged, grabbing Sadie by the collar and slamming her

but the woman's three companions were quick to join in, pulling and

took quite a beating, losing a few strands of hair. The man next to them shouted anxiously, "Stop!

bitch and see what filth lies beneath,

"

Sadie's clothes, one even going for her neck, ready to slap

slap never landed. The women who had

few miserable screams echoed

she'd mistaken for Micah sprawled on the

then, a pair of exquisite shoes appeared in front