Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 404 At a Dead End

"Uh, well..." Serena's face turned awkward as if she was replaceing it hard to explain.

"Is it because they're not hiring anymore?" Sadie realized her possible rudeness and quickly added, "It's okay. I was just asking. Don't worry about it." "No, they're still looking for people. It's just..." Serena hesitated.

"Just what?" Sadie asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I'm afraid you'll look down on me if I tell you," Serena confessed, her head bowed in shame.

"How could I?" Sadie reassured her quickly. "We don't steal or rob; we earn money with our own hands. There's honor in that. Why would I look down on you?" Encouraged by Sadie's words, Serena leaned in and whispered, "I work as a server at a nightclub!"

"A nightclub?" Sadie was taken aback. The thought had never crossed her mind.

The wages for servers at nightclubs were indeed high. Even for just carrying trays and serving beer, the pay was good, and with generous patrons, tips could be substantial.

However, it was a messy place, easy to be taken advantage of and cheated.

For Sadie, nightclubs held too many memories of Micah. She didn't want to be reminded of the past or risk bumping into Micah there.

"I'm just a server, nothing else," Serena quickly clarified, seeing Sadie's hesitation, and worried that Sadie might think she was involved in shady activities. "You believe me, don't you?"

"Of course, I believe you," Sadie said, holding her hand sincerely. "I've been to that kind of place a few times before. There's nothing shameful about being a server there. I was just... wondering if I could go too."

"I think you better not," Serena advised earnestly. "You play the piano so well you can definitely replace a better job. You don't need to work as a server."

"Yeah, I've sent out some applications. Maybe I'll get some responses soon."

Sadie also felt that if there were other options, it was best to steer clear of nightclubs.

"Then wait and see. If a better job comes up, congratulations. If not, maybe I can ask for you?" Serena said kindly.

"Okay," Sadie nodded. "I'll keep an eye out for you too, see if there's anywhere I can help."

"Thanks, sis. My stop is coming up; I'm going to get off here."

"Sure, let's stay in touch."

After splitting from Serena, Sadie still harbored hope. She felt confident that with her piano skills and the accolades she had amassed in the past, landing a gig as a pianist at a reputable jazz bar or upscale restaurant would be a cinch. However, her optimism was quickly dashed.

For three days, Sadie didn't receive a single callback.

She even took the initiative to follow up via phone, but the moment the bars and restaurants heard her name, they concocted excuses to turn her away. Sadie was puzzled and couldn't understand why this was happening.

Yes, she had been involved in a scandal that made the trending searches a while back, but it was quickly removed, and that incident was long over. How could these people act as if her name was cursed, refusing to employ her? Was someone sabotaging her behind her back?

Images of a few individuals flashed across her mind—Micah, Amelia, Micah's grandfather?

Whoever it was, they were not people she could afford to confront.

Sadie was frantic. Was she really going to end up at a nightclub?

No, she could always get a job as a server at a fine dining establishment, even if it meant earning less.

With this thought, Sadie decided to lower her standards and continue sending out her resume.

Then, she received a bittersweet call from Dahlia's charity hospital, pressing her to pay Brenda's hospital and treatment bills totaling $178,800!

Sadie was stunned. She thought she could stall a bit longer, waiting until Brenda was discharged to settle the full amount with Dahlia, but now...