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?

of seductive and attractive women walk in, bustling and vibrant like dancing butterflies. They enthusiastically

why didn't you go to the Night Club

frowns and coldly commands, "You're all too

feels that

angel, the other is a

you handle all this food?" the

the

feel that Mr. Alan is

Alan yelled in

The women quickly left.

other two tables were lusting

today?" the bar

up and put on his coat. "Take care of that girl you've just

"Understood!"

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

took the contract to discuss the details with the owner: "Can I not wear the clothes you

you, and can we start at 8:30 instead of nine? That way, I can still

"Sure, 8:30 it is."

you, you're

as he thought to himself; I have to take good care of the people that the shareholders entrusted