Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 723 Kicked Away

Sadie's gaze swept over the line of men with an icy detachment, her eyebrows knitting together in a clear display of annoyance.

"None of them?" Jonny questioned, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Make way," Annika ordered.

Without hesitation, Jonny instructed the assembled Mr. Clemens to step back. He then approached Sadie, his voice weak as he said, "Miss James, all the Mr. Clemens fitting your description are present..." "Could they have changed their attire?" Annika asked.

"It's a possibility. I'll double-check," Jonny said, preparing to exit the room.

"Hold on," Sadie suddenly interjected.

"Yes?" Jonny paused at the door, awaiting her instructions.

"What if the person we're looking for isn't among these Mr. Clemens?"

Sadie's mind churned, recalling the individual's demeanor. It was certainly not that of a subordinate.

"How could someone not be a Mr. Clemens and yet don a mask?" Jonny mused, drawing on his experience.

"Those who frequent this place are either affluent heirs, socializing businessmen, or mid to high-level executives. They all seek relaxation and male companionship here. They wouldn't resort to such subterfuge. Moreover, each Mr. Clemens has undergone rigorous training. They each possess unique characteristics and styles. Some may not resemble Mr. Clemens at all, but rather assertive CEOs. It's all part of the packaging..." As he spoke, Jonny cast a cautious glance at Sadie, wary of provoking her ire.

However, Sadie merely lowered her gaze and took a sip of her wine, her expression frosty.

"Go and search again," Annika instructed.

"Understood." Jonny immediately set off to do so.

Sadie continued to drink. As the bottle neared empty, her patience finally snapped. She slammed her glass down, startling the servers in the room who quickly scurried aside.

Wiping her hands with a damp cloth, Sadie collected her coat and exited the room. Annika and Arya promptly followed, with the rest of the female bodyguards trailing closely behind.

They had barely taken a few steps when Jonny rushed back, accompanied by a few "Mr. Clemens." He reported to Sadie, "Miss James, I've brought a few top-tier Mr. Clemens. Would you care to inspect them?" Sadie glanced up, her gaze cold and dismissive. Without a word, she turned on her heel and left.

One of the leading Mr. Clemens boldly approached her, his voice gentle and filled with concern, "Miss James, you've had quite a bit to drink. Perhaps I could accompany you..."

"Scram!" Sadie snapped, her brows furrowed in annoyance.

"Look at me; you're bound to like what you see."

With that, the man named Micah removed his mask, revealing a handsome face.

Sadie glanced up at him. He was indeed attractive, but she found him repugnant...

Upon seeing Sadie's gaze on him, Micah was elated. He reached out to steady her, saying, "Allow me to help you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sadie delivered a swift kick.

Micah was sent flying several meters, crashing into the door of the private room before collapsing to the floor, clutching his stomach as he howled in pain.

The other Mr. Clemens were taken aback, their faces draining of color as they anxiously retreated behind Jonny, who was equally stunned. The Sadie they had known was weak and powerless, always the victim of bullying. How could she possess such strength and agility?

Could this woman, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Sadie, truly be her?

Sadie spared Micah a final glance, scraped her high heels against the carpet, and elegantly walked away.

Annika handed Jonny a check, gesturing towards the injured Micah. "This should cover his medical expenses and your inconvenience. You can handle the rest."

"Thank you..." Jonny accepted the check, his eyes widening in shock.

One million dollars??

The Sadie he remembered would have squabbled over a mere thousand. How could she casually compensate a million dollars for a simple kick? Was he mistaken? Or could it be that this Miss James was not Sadie at all?