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

Chapter 752 Who Dares to Touch My Man

Twenty minutes downhill, the two cars converged.

When Micah got in the car, he ordered, "Team one, go with me to the Night Club, and team two, go back."

"Got it," Andrew was overjoyed.

Rylan felt a bit aggrieved.

Every time Micah went to places like the Night Club and Noble Summit Manor for fun, he always took Andrew and Alan with him, and his second team did all the hard work. "Go back and rest well," Micah casually reminded.

Rylan immediately straightened his back, feeling a surge of strength again.

"Good job." Andrew patted Rylan's shoulder and led his people into the car.

Rylan watched them leave, and the followers behind him sighed, "When will Micah take us to the Night Club to experience it?" "There will be a chance!" said Rylan.

Micah slipped into his gear in the car, gave his hair a quick fix, scrutinized his reflection in the mirror, and then finally disembarked. The Night Club was perpetually swarming with people, teeming with young, attractive men and women lost in the throes of pleasure. Micah wedged himself into the crowd, aiming to cross over to the booths, but was intercepted by three corpulent, affluent matrons. With a look of thrill in their eyes, they appraised him from head to toe and then burst out.

Who would have thought, running into the King of male escorts

for so long that we didn't get to sleep with you two years

As long as

women grew increasingly animated, their excited chatter escalating as they

them, but he noticed a familiar figure watching him

already have plans!"

women grabbed his clothes, preventing

pitch in three times that,

it a thought; we ladies have got the skills;

three loaded ladies extended their hands towards

but the three rich women were ruthless and

about to overwhelm Micah on the sofa, a

his head and saw Sadie in white, cold and cool, like a queen protecting him

the sofa, looking very embarrassed. They angrily climbed up from the couch, cursing loudly, "Who's the

declared arrogantly, with one hand on Micah's shoulder. "You have designs on

curled into a sly grin, a peculiar twinkle