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

Chapter 25 My Sadistic Boss

"Stop fooling around!" Sadie clung to him, her voice laced with worry. "I went to your private room, and they said there was a death last night. I thought it was you. And that wealthy woman's check bounced. What really happened last night?"

"Let's get out of here first."

Micah ushered her out through a back exit.

Just as the bodyguards of those wealthy women were closing in, Andrew sent them flying with a well-placed kick.

As they stepped out of the club, the thumping bass of the club gradually faded away, replaced by the soothing quiet of the evening.

"I was wrong yesterday," Sadie rushed to apologize. "I shouldn't have left you with those rich women. Are you all right?"

Without a word, Micah simply made a gesture towards the approaching bodyguards.

They promptly retreated.

mad at me? I promise I won't treat you like that again..." Sadie

brow furrowed. "Change

As he propelled her forward, she inquired, "Where are

Micah signaled Andrew, who tossed the keys of

it with a backhand, then opened the car

car?" Sadie gasped. "This beauty must be worth a fortune! How on earth can you afford such a luxury? Don't tell me you're some bored trust fund baby moonlighting as a male escort for kicks." Micah shot her a withering look. "You really do have an

the story?" Sadie's curiosity was piqued.

that," Micah muttered, struggling to come up with a plausible explanation, but she was already filling in

aside from your male escort gig, you've also got rich sugar mamas lined up?" Sadie was convinced by her deduction. "No wonder last

blurting out

probably hadn't noticed them, it was best not to risk revealing the secret. "Hmm?"

mamas do you

is more than enough work, and you want me

very wealthy one,' Sadie thought. 'With a Rolls-Royce Phantom and an Aston Martin, this sugar mama must be quite the catch!' "What's with you?" Micah's voice was laced with condescension as he cast a dismissive look

sniffled, swiping at her tears with a crumpled tissue. Frustration edged into her tone as she replied. "I've had the worst day. Almost got run over on my way to work, fell and got a bruise on my butt, and scraped my hand." "Then