Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 155 You Are My Antidote

"Just one beer," Alan felt strange himself that evening, "Weird, normally I can drink ten with no effect." "You should pull over and call a designated driver," Sadie hastily advised, "We can't break traffic laws." "Stopping now, we might get caught up to," Alan kept a wary eye on the rearview mirror.

"Why do I feel like you're more afraid of my boss than I am?" Sadie remarked offhandedly.

Alan's eyes flickered, but he quickly rationalized, "Isn't it you who doesn't want to bump into him? I'm just trying to avoid trouble for you." "Quit talking and call a designated driver," Sadie urged.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Alan said, driving the car towards the suburbs at great speed, darting through traffic as if drag racing.

"What are you doing? You can't race in the city, stop." Sadie turned to look at Alan.

His face was flushed, sweat gleaming on his forehead; he was clearly not in his right mind.

"You look just like I did that day..." Sadie realized with shock, her eyes wide open, "You can't have been drugged, can you?"

"No way..." Alan thought back carefully, remembering how those three girls had clung to him, one of them kissing him. But he had quickly pushed her away and then downed a large beer in front of him. Could it be that he was drugged at that moment?

"Pull over now." Sadie panicked, feeling the agitation building in him.

"Don't be scared, baby..." Alan held her hand, kissed the back of her hand softly, and with heavy breaths said, "I'll take responsibility for you."

"You..." Hearing this, Sadie became even more nervous, "Don't mess around; let's go to the hospital."

"Fool, what's the use of a hospital for this..." Alan looked at her with smoldering eyes, "I need an antidote, and you are my antidote..."

DTT Bar.

Micah sat in the silver leather chair, twirling a black and gold ring in his hands.

Although his expression was still as cold as ice, the slight furrow in his brow revealed his mindset...

After surveying the area, Andrew hurried over to report, "Miss Roth was indeed performing here, and Mr. Alan has been coming often recently. They left through the back door about fifteen minutes ago." Micah's gaze lifted, staring coldly at Jonny.

Jonny bowed his head fearfully and said, "Mr. Clemens, I didn't know Sadie was yours. I thought, I thought..."

"You thought? How many have died from those two words!" Micah's voice carried a terrifying murderous intent. "Mr. Clemens, please, don't be angry with me!" Jonny was sweating profusely, bending over to apologize. Micah did not harm him and stood up to leave without turning back, commanding, "Close the bar; it's a curse." "Yes." Jonny hung his head, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Alan parked the car next to a lake in the suburbs.

Upon opening the convertible top, a cool breeze enveloped them, bringing a comfortable chill.

But Sadie's mood was anything but comfortable. Watching Alan afflicted by the drug's effects, she was in total panic, "I, I'll go replace you a doctor..." With that, she tried to push the car door open to run away, but Alan grabbed her hand...

"Don't go, baby." Alan pressed a button.

Sadie's body slowly reclined with the backrest, she struggled to get up, but he turned her over and pinned her under him....

"Don't touch me!" Sadie screamed in terror.

"Why do you resist me so? You were always mine..." Alan gently stroked her hair, trying to restrain his desires, wanting to be gentle, to not scare her...

"No..." Sadie shook her head in panic. Even though she had long been with the male escort, and had given birth to three children, she didn't know why she was averse to his intimacy, instinctively resisting instead.