Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 157 Obediently

"He's going to kill him." Sadie belatedly realized and panicking, she hurriedly grabbed Micah's arm, "Let him go!"

Alan's eyes were starting to roll back, and his struggling hands fell limply...

Finally, the fierce look in Micah's eyes slowly faded, and he released his right hand.

Alan collapsed to the ground, then fell over.

Micah hugged Sadie, got into the car, and sped away.

Behind them, Andrew arrived with men, tidying up the aftermath: "Take Mr. Alan to the hospital."

"Yes, Sir."

In the car, Micah took off his coat and threw it over Sadie, his brows tightly knit, the anger in his eyes not yet subsided.

Sadie's dress was torn, exposing half of her chest and her thighs, a pitiful mess, yet with a deadly allure.

She hung her head, biting her lower lip, too scared to utter a word, even wanting to replace a crack to crawl into.

She felt she was truly the pinnacle of foolishness, having mistaken someone else for him, almost causing a grave error.

Micah drove them straight to Cloud Hotel.

"Why did you bring me here?" Sadie asked nervously, "You're not thinking of..."

"Shut up!" Micah pulled the car to a stop.

The manager, as respectful as the last time, came over to open the door and greeted, "The room is ready, and all the items you requested have been prepared." Micah carried Sadie out of the car and walked straight into the elevator.

"I want to go home!" Sadie murmured, but upon catching Micah's icy gaze, she immediately fell silent.

They arrived at the presidential suite they had stayed in four years ago.

Just like before, Micah tossed her into the bathtub.

Likewise, Sadie sputtered and swallowed water before clumsily sitting up, wiping her face, and gasping for air.

"Clean yourself up," Micah said before turning to leave.

With a sigh, Sadie felt aggrieved as she sat in the bathtub, waiting for her emotions to settle before she began to bathe.

For some reason, when she was with the real Male escort, she would involuntarily become obedient and submissive...

After all, every attempt to resist ended badly, and since he would never hurt her, it might be better to just follow along obediently. After her bath, the room was pitch-black except for the dim emergency lighting.

Reaching for the light switch, it wouldn't turn on; she called out softly, "Male escort...?"

"I'm here," came his deep voice from the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Startled, Sadie turned to see him wrapped in a towel, seated on the sofa, sipping from a stemmed glass.

"Why are the lights out? Are they broken?"

As she reached out and walked toward him in the darkness, she accidentally bumped into the table, numbing her knees.

"Are you an idiot?" Micah's voice was a low growl.

Pursing her lips, Sadie felt her way over to his side.

His face was unmasked, and in the faint light, his features seemed strangely familiar...

Casually, he pressed a button on the remote, and the room's emergency lights went out, engulfing them in darkness save for the glittering of his eyes.

Sadie's heart raced as she instinctively moved closer to him, bumping her shin on the sofa and tumbling down onto him...

His chest was hot as fire, pressing against her.

She tried to push herself up frantically, only to stumble and drop onto him again, her arms bracing on his shoulders and her forehead knocking against his chin, numbing from the pain. As she struggled, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and coldly warned, "Don't move!"

Sadie looked up at him.

In the darkness, though she couldn't see his face clearly, a vague sense of familiarity lingered.

And that familiar scent of his inexplicably comforted her, her body naturally wanting to draw closer...