Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 725 Ten Thousand Dollars, No Discount

"Didn't you see Miss James' signal?" Annika's brow furrowed as she spoke, "If we trail them, we risk jeopardizing her scheme. She's the one who ignited this situation, remember."

"But the man's background remains a mystery. What if he has bad intentions?"

"That's precisely why we must shadow them discreetly." Annika's gaze followed Sadie and the enigmatic man as they darted out the back door, and she promptly trailed behind. "We must maintain a safe distance, but we should be fine." "What's come over Miss James? She's typically so aloof and logical, but tonight, in the presence of this man, she seems like a lost soul..." "Even the bravest of heroes have their Achilles' heel!"

Lurking in the shadows, Alan observed as Micah successfully whisked Sadie away, his joy uncontainable. "Mr. Clemens has triumphed!" "These women are truly a handful." Andrew's brow furrowed as his gaze fell upon Annika and Arya.

"What should we do? Should we intervene?" Alan's voice was laced with anxiety.

"If we intervene, our cover will be blown." Andrew's tone was assured. "Don't fret, with Mr. Clemens's adeptness, he'll lose them in no time." "That's true!" Alan's pride was evident. "Should we get a closer look?"

"We can observe from here."

Andrew gently pushed open the partition, revealing the parking lot adjacent to the back door through the window.

They caught sight of Micah, a masked enigma, leading Sadie out in haste.

"Would you dare to embark on a ride with me?" Micah was on the verge of retrieving his car keys.

"Shouldn't it be, 'Do you dare?"" Sadie activated the car key, and a silver Pagani swiftly emerged from its parking spot, parking next to them with an air of cool nonchalance.

Micah quietly returned the Volkswagen keys to his pocket.

His initial plan was to approach Sadie under a different identity, concealing his true persona and maintaining a low profile. For this, he had Andrew procure a Volkswagen worth a mere tens of thousands. But he hadn't anticipated...

"Get in the car!" Sadie yanked Micah into the vehicle.

Before Micah could even adjust, the Pagani took off with lightning speed, forcing him to quickly secure his seatbelt.

Sadie's gaze was fixed on the rearview mirror as she accelerated.

"Is that your bodyguard?" he inquired.

Micah glanced at the rearview mirror, spotting Annika and Arya tailing them from the back door.

"What? Are you scared?"

Sadie didn't recognize Micah at all. His hair slicked back, donned in a black leather jacket, and sporting a mysterious half-mask, he bore the image of a rebellious figure. This was a stark contrast to the usual aloof and superior Micah.

Micah was aware that Sadie, two years later, was more astute than before, so he adjusted his details and voice accordingly.

"I'm not scared." Micah playfully taunted her. "You'll protect me!"

"Hahaha..." Sadie's laughter filled the car, then she turned to face him. "You're Micah from the Night Club?"

"Yes!" Micah nodded subtly. "If you're not comfortable, you can throw me out now."

"Name your price." Sadie, far from being repulsed, raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "How much for the entire night?"

"Ten thousand dollars for the night!" Micah blurted out. "No discounts!"

Micah internally cringed at his own cheesy line, feeling utterly shameless.

"Hahaha..." Sadie's laughter echoed once more. "So, what can you do for me?"

"What would you like me to do?"

Micah extended his hand, resting it on the back of her seat, inching closer to her in a suggestive manner.

"Have we met before?"

Sadie was taken aback by her lack of aversion to his closeness. Despite his corny lines and flirtatious tactics being no different from Mr. Clemens', she felt an odd sense of familiarity.

As he drew closer, her heart fluttered. Micah, slightly surprised, wondered if she was beginning to remember something or pretending to have amnesia intentionally.