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

Chapter 127 The Masked Girl

Sadie hesitates and cautiously asks, "Two thousand eight hundred dollars per hour? Did I hear you correctly?"

"If you think the price is too low, we can negotiate..." the bar owner offered.

"No need, it's quite high," Sadie responded ecstatically. "I thought I would need to present some award certificates to get a raise, but I didn't expect..."

"No need for certificates, I can tell the level just by listening," the bar owner interrupts with a laugh. "Alright, go get ready backstage."

"Okay, thank you," Sadie says happily and follows the waiter to the backstage area.

Alan shakes his drink and keeps his gaze fixed on Sadie.

"Who is the person sitting with the owner?" Sadie asks the waiter in a low voice.

"That's Mr. Alan!" the waiter answers. "He's the owner's friend and a shareholder of this bar."

"What does he do?" Sadie inquires further.

"He seems to be a rich second-generation, very wealthy, but I don't know much else," the waiter mysteriously adds. "I can see that you're a simple girl, so let me remind you, this Mr. Alan is a playboy who changes women like clothes. If you want money, you can play with him, but if not, don't overthink things. He won't take you seriously."

"I'm just curious, no plans..." Sadie awkwardly chuckles. It seems he isn't the "debt-paying male escort," so how could a male escort be a rich second-generation?

Sadie leaves, a group of seductive and attractive women walk in, bustling and vibrant like dancing butterflies. They enthusiastically approach Alan.

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and coldly commands, "You're all

he suddenly feels that these women

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quite the appetite today, can you handle all

the

The women feel that Mr. Alan is different

Alan yelled

The women quickly left.

tables were lusting after them,

on today?" the bar owner

on his coat. "Take care

"Understood!"

came out from backstage, and the young boy who resembled a "male escort for paying off debts" was

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instead of nine? That way, I

"Sure, 8:30 it is."

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