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

Chapter 411 He Didn't Recognize Her

While they were working, Sadie caught a glimpse of a familiar figure that made her heart skip a beat... It was him!

Whenever Micah came to the nightclub, he always wore a black leather jacket and that mysterious and foreboding black half-mask. His tall and upright silhouette stood out even in the dimly lit corridor, exuding an air of dominance. It was as if he were a god from hell itself, instilling fear and chilling awe.

What was he doing there? Was he just like the other men, seeking pleasure?

Thoughts swirled through Sadie's head, her feelings a complex web, as her eyes remained fixed on him, unable to look away.

It wasn't until she stepped into the familiar private booth that she allowed her gaze to drift away...

"Sadie, what's up?" Serena tapped Sadie on the shoulder.

"It's nothing." Sadie came back to reality, "Table V11 wants some ice. I'll go get it."

"Let me handle that. There's a new guest in one of the upfront booths; you should greet them. You might snag a few big checks." Serena took the tray from her hands. "Go on, hustle!" "Ha, got it!"

Serena's comment amused Sadie, who had been working there for a week and consistently brought in the least revenue.

and aggressive charm to push sales. Otherwise, Sadie would be scraping

grasp it. This infuriated Rose to the point of issuing a yellow card warning that if she ended the month at the bottom in sales, she'd be out on

Serena went out of her way daily to direct orders Sadie's

three days, save a tidy sum in three months, and can buy a house after a year. And you? Bottom of the barrel every day for a week I guess you're not hurting

that be? I'm really strapped for cash. I just can't let loose." Sadie admitted sheepishly, "But I'm

her shoulder sympathetically. "Save enough to get out of

nodded, psyching herself up,

'em. And remember that booth is for our top-tier

"Mhm."

mustering the courage to enter the

line here. The client was Micah, who had pricey bottles on reserve, each with a six-figure tag, and his tips were

would he recognize

of vulnerability and allure, from the plunging neckline to her provocative curves. Her disguise featured a black lace mask with bunny ears, complemented by a red

she was

Serena might struggle to identify her without seeing the name

thoughts, she took another deep breath and knocked on the