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

Chapter 285 The Siren

"Miss Roth, Ms. Amelia just means well," a stylist said with a smile. "This gown is designed by a famous Italian designer and costs a pretty penny. She gave it to you so that you could become the center of attention!" "Indeed, she wants me to be the center of attention!"

At such a star-studded party, everyone presented themselves with elegance and poise.

Yet, dressed like that, she wondered how many would scoff behind her back, labeling her as a woman of loose morals.

This could lead Micah to start despising her.

Sadie saw right through Amelia's scheme; she was no fool.

Biting her lip with anger, Sadie suddenly thought this might be for the best. 'If Amelia keeps playing these games, perhaps Micah will tire of me and eventually give up... Then, I coan regain my freedom!' "That's great. Why don't you try on some jewelry?"

The stylists began to adorn Sadie with various pieces.

She didn't resist, letting them dress her up, and slipped into the high heels they provided.

Once fully dressed, Sadie hardly recognized herself in the mirror. Her reflection was unbelievably sensual, leaving her to wonder what thoughts might stir in the minds of men who saw her.

entered, pausing in shock at the

The stylists began to flatter the

about to speak when the bodyguard

wear a coat over it?" Victoria suggested with a

good with a coat." Amelia's haughty voice echoed, and the stylists stepped

gown that highlighted her tall figure. Not

intoxicating allure, Amelia looked

deep game, using Sadie's sultriness to accentuate her

from head to toe, beaming with satisfaction. "Quite a figure you've got. No wonder men are drawn to you. Although, your makeup could be bolder." "Should we intensify it?" asked

eyeing Sadie. "Take your makeup kit and give her a fiery red

stylists said, preparing

This makeup looks

bold red lip to really pop," Amelia said with

sashayed away, her figure a perfect curve disappearing into

watched her go and snorted coldly, thinking, 'Amelia is

worry, and she whispered, "Why don't you talk to Mr. Clemens