Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 19 Become a Qualified Debtor

"15 thousand dollars? How can you afford it?" one of the women questioned, looking narrowly at Sadie.

Sadie wanted to refute it angrily but quickly held it back. "I've been saving up. I took out my annual salary just to spend a night with this man!"

"Only 15 thousand dollars for a year?" mocked those women, "You're so poor yet still want to play with escorts. What a shame!"

"Well, what does it matter? He's mine, anyway." Sadie touched Micah's muscular chest provocatively. "Look at this figure. I'd be willing to spend 150 thousand dollars, let alone 15 thousand!" The rich ladies even drooled at the sight of Micah's body.

Micah fixed his gaze on Sadie, steely sparks flickering in his eyes!

Sadie evaded his glance and was very flustered. She was willing to go all out for the money.

"150 thousand dollars. Deal!" One lady smirked and threw a check to Sadie, "Now you can get lost!"

"Ten times the amount," another sneered, "Girls like you from the lower class don't know how long it would take to earn 150 thousand dollars. You hit the jackpot! So get out now." "Yeah, Okay. Take the money on the table and go!"

They urged Sadie to leave immediately and not ruin their fun, their patience wearing thin.

Sadie examined the check-no problem. Then she put it away and quickly grabbed the money on the table inside her bag. "I'll leave pronto! Have fun, ladies!"

With that, Sadie got up and prepared to leave...

But someone grabbed her clothes from behind. She turned around and found Toy Boy in Debt staring at her. "If you dare to leave, you're dead!"

"Behave and do your job!" Sadie pulled away his hand and ran off with her bulging bag.

Micah's gaze gradually became gloomy as he watched her fleeing, his hand gripping the glass tighter.

Sadie leaned against the door after running out of the private room, a slight twinge of guilt hitting her. She wondered, 'Those ladies are so overweight. Can Toy Boy in Debt deal with it? 'I should have got him more tonics.'

Sadie opened the door on the sly. Those women were approaching Micah like hungry wolves.

Their formidable figures blocked Sadie's line of sight, so she couldn't see Micah's face.

She imagined Micah trembling on the sofa, begging for mercy, "Please spare me!" "Alas..."

Sighing, Sadie closed the door and hurriedly left against her conscience.

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"We're coming! Ahahaha!"

Those ladies excitedly pounced on Micah.

Micah showed no reaction, but as he lowered his gaze, the trio plummeted to the ground as if an earthquake happened, almost smashing the coffee table.

A black-clad bodyguard entered, cautiously asking, "Mr. Clemens, are you alright?"

"Take them away," Micah ordered as he stepped across the coffee table, unwilling to touch the three women.

***

Sadie walked out of the nightclub and hailed a taxi.

Feeling guilty, she sent a text message to Micah: [You okay?]

No response.

Then she sent another message: [If you can't handle it, just run away. Don't force yourself!] Still no response.

Sadie made a call, but no one answered...

Waves of anxiety wormed in. She thought, 'Oh no! Could something have happened to him?

'It's also possible that he's with the clients. So dedicated!'

Somehow, Sadie felt a bit uncomfortable thinking about that.

After all, he was her first man, and now he ended up like this. It was really miserable!

But then she thought, 'This is his job. He serves wealthy ladies every day.

'Stop showing sympathy. Be a qualified creditor!'

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