Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
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?

Just as Sadie leaves, a group of seductive and attractive women walk in, bustling and vibrant like dancing butterflies. They enthusiastically approach Alan. "Mr. Alan, I've missed you so much!" "Alan, what are you doing here today? It's so quiet."

"Yeah, Alan, why didn't you go to the Night Club tonight?"

"Shut up!" Alan frowns and coldly commands, "You're all too noisy."

For some reason, he suddenly feels that these women are incomparable to Sadie.

One is an angel, the other is a colorful bird...

"Alan, you have quite the appetite today, can you handle all this food?" the bar owner jokes in a low voice.

"It's too greasy," Alan orders the women, "Wait for me outside."

"Huh? Why?" The women feel that Mr. Alan is different today, as if he's not very happy.

"Get out!" Alan yelled in anger.

The women quickly left.

The men at the other two tables were lusting after them, their eyes wandering.

"What's going on today?" the bar owner asked.

"I'm leaving," Alan stood up and put on his coat. "Take care of that girl you've just employed!"

"Understood!"

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

She didn't think much of it and took the contract to discuss the details with the owner: "Can I not wear the clothes you provide? I replace them too revealing." "You can wear whatever you like," the owner replied.

"Thank you, and can we start at 8:30 instead of nine? That way, I can still take the subway home."

"Sure, 8:30 it is."

"Thank you, you're very accommodating."

"Haha, it's the least I can do," he said as he thought to himself; I have to take good care of the people that the shareholders entrusted to me.

At 8:30, Sadie was ready to go on stage when suddenly a familiar figure walked in...

Tall and imposing, exuding an air of mystery and dominance even in the dim lighting.

Wherever he went, people would immediately fall silent.

Micah!

What is he doing here?

Sadie's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned away.

Oh no, if he replaces out I'm working here, will he fire me?

"It's time for you to go on stage," the waitress reminded her.

"Just a moment."

Sadie hurriedly ran back to the dressing room and randomly picked a black lace mask from the variety of masks, then slowly made her way to the stage.