Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 262 Buying Sanitary Pads

"Run then. See how far you'll get!" Micah said, his voice cool and composed as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and adjusted his seat with a sinister grin. "Don't you dare..." Sadie was on the brink of tears. "I'm not feeling well today..."

"Oh, really?" Micah pinned her under him, mocking her, "We were fine this morning. What's the act for?"

"I'm serious..." Sadie squirmed uncomfortably, her hands weakly pushing against his shoulders. "Please, just stop... Ah..."

Her plea was cut short as he forcefully tore her dress and reached beneath it.

"Stop..." Sadie closed her eyes in despair.

Biting her neck like a vampire intent on dominating his prey, Micah froze when he sensed something was wrong... Looking at his hand, he found blood.

He was stunned, utterly baffled. "Damn! I haven't even touched you, how can you be..."

"I'm on my period," Sadie mumbled, biting her lip and struggling with the words.

Micah paused, slowly coming to his senses and rolling off her with an angry scowl.

After cleaning his hands with a wet wipe, he started the car and drove back to town.

Curling into a ball, Sadie didn't dare speak or move, though her discomfort was growing steadily worse. She had had an inkling something was off during the drive, hoping to get home quickly, but things had escalated unexpectedly. Micah drove distractedly, seemingly searching for something along the roadside.

'I just want to go home. Please, just let me go back...' Sadie prayed silently.

Micah ignored her, pulled the car over near a store, stepped out, and entered the store.

Seeing her chance, Sadie pushed open the car door, ready to flee, but then she realized her torn dress exposed her. Quickly, she grabbed his coat to cover herself and darted away.

Micah strode into the store, his gaze darting around as if he was searching for something.

Clad in black, adorned with a mysterious and chilling mask, his sharp eyes emitted an aura of dominance.

'Could it be... a robbery?' The overnight staff, pale-faced with fear, huddled to the side and clutched their phones, ready to dial 911 at any moment.

"Um..."

"Ah!"

Just as Micah began to speak, two female clerks screamed in terror.

Another male clerk, wielding a makeshift weapon, asked quaveringly, "What do you want? We don't have much cash in here..."

Micah sighed, an incredulous look crossing his face, and asked in a deep voice, "Do I really look like I'm here to rob you?"

"You do! You really do!" The male clerk's voice was shaking.

"You guys are clueless."

At that moment, a woman in her 50s, a long-time member of the staff, came out of the back room and said disdainfully, "Ever seen a robber as handsome, with a build like his? With his looks, he could be starring in movies, or at least making waves on social media, not robbing a place like this!"

Hearing that, the two female clerks took a closer look, and their moods brightened immediately. "Wow, he is handsome!"

"Starstruck fools," the male clerk muttered with contempt.

"Cut the chat," Micah said, clearly impatient. "I need to replace something."

The two female clerks flocked to his side. "What are you looking for? We'll help you."

"Well..." Micah touched his nose awkwardly and lowered his voice, trying to explain, "It's something women need every month." "Skincare products?"

"Makeup?"

The clerks speculated.

Micah frowned. Were the youngsters these days really this dumb?

He suddenly felt the girl at home was actually somewhat smart.

"Oh for heaven's sake! He's talking about sanitary pads," the senior clerk intervened briskly. "Which brand do you want? I'll grab it for you." "Any will do. Just the best and most expensive one."

Micah glanced outside and unexpectedly noticed the car door left open. That silly woman must have... run away?