Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 726 The Sweet Taste of Retribution

A glimmer of recognition flickered in his eyes, and Sadie knew he remembered her. "It appears you do recall me," she murmured, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

Micah, ever the opportunist, played along. "I wasn't sure you would," he confessed, a playful twinkle in his eye. "I thought I had been forgotten."

His words puzzled her. "What do you mean?" she inquired, one eyebrow arched in confusion as she studied him.

"You were my first guest," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper against her cheek. "Six years ago, you found me at the Night Club, and we spent the night together in a hotel..."

"Six years ago?" Sadie echoed, straining to recall such an event. But her memory was a blank slate. "I can't seem to remember..."

Micah chuckled, his teeth grazing her earlobe in a teasing bite. "Your memory seems to be failing you," he taunted. "That night, we made love seven times..."

With a swift movement, Sadie distanced herself from his flirtatious advances. His touch, akin to an electric shock, sent waves of sensation coursing through her, leaving her inexplicably on edge... "Would you like to relive that night?" Micah murmured, his breath warm against her neck.

Instead of responding, Sadie abruptly swerved the car. Micah, caught off guard, nearly collided with the car window. His quick reflexes saved him, his hand bracing against the glass.

A frown marred his handsome features. His own tactics, once used to tease her, were now being used against him. Was this her way of getting back at him?

"Scared, are we?" Sadie challenged, an eyebrow raised in amusement. "If you're frightened, behave yourself."

Micah's frown deepened, a sense of déjà vu washing over him. Their roles seemed to have reversed.

With a smirk, Sadie pressed down on the accelerator, steering the car onto the highway.

"Where are we going?" Micah asked, a sense of familiarity creeping over him as he recognized the route.

"We're going somewhere special," Sadie replied cryptically, her foot heavy on the gas pedal as she sped towards the villa.

Micah studied the familiar route, his mind buzzing with questions. 'Is she taking me home? Does she know who I am? Is this a test? What is she planning?'

His thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. A glance at the caller ID revealed it was Louis. Micah quickly ended the call, not wanting to spoil the moment. But the phone rang again. Still Louis. As Micah moved to dismiss the call, Sadie snatched the phone from his grasp and tossed it out the window...

Micah stared at her in disbelief. "What are you doing?"

"You were being noisy!" Sadie replied coldly.

Memories of their past together flooded Micah's mind. He had treated her the same way in the past. When they first got together, he had discarded several of her phones!!! The actions, the words, the arrogance... It was all too familiar. Was she deliberately mimicking him?

Micah began to question whether she had truly lost her memory. Who lost their past but still harbored such resentment?

Sadie was mirroring his past actions, one by one...

"Are you angry?" Sadie asked, glancing at him as she pulled out a check. "This should cover a new phone. Or a house full of them." Micah felt a pang of hurt. He felt like he was the one being played now.

"Do you want it?" Sadie asked, "If not, I'll toss it out the window."

As she made a motion to throw the check, Micah snatched it from her grasp. His eyes widened in shock as he read the amount. "One million dollars?"

The Sadie he remembered would haggle over a thousand dollars, constantly trying to squeeze money out of him. Now, she was handing him a million? It was true what they said. When women had money, they became tough!

The taste of retribution was indeed sweet.