Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 752 Who Dares to Touch My Man

Twenty minutes downhill, the two cars converged.

When Micah got in the car, he ordered, "Team one, go with me to the Night Club, and team two, go back."

"Got it," Andrew was overjoyed.

Rylan felt a bit aggrieved.

Every time Micah went to places like the Night Club and Noble Summit Manor for fun, he always took Andrew and Alan with him, and his second team did all the hard work. "Go back and rest well," Micah casually reminded.

Rylan immediately straightened his back, feeling a surge of strength again.

"Good job." Andrew patted Rylan's shoulder and led his people into the car.

Rylan watched them leave, and the followers behind him sighed, "When will Micah take us to the Night Club to experience it?" "There will be a chance!" said Rylan.

Micah slipped into his gear in the car, gave his hair a quick fix, scrutinized his reflection in the mirror, and then finally disembarked. The Night Club was perpetually swarming with people, teeming with young, attractive men and women lost in the throes of pleasure. Micah wedged himself into the crowd, aiming to cross over to the booths, but was intercepted by three corpulent, affluent matrons. With a look of thrill in their eyes, they appraised him from head to toe and then burst out.

"Is it really you? Who would have thought, running into the King of male escorts from two years ago, right here, haha..."

"We've been regretting for so long that we didn't get to sleep with you two years ago."

"Handsome, state your price. We ladies are flush with cash. As long as you satisfy us, we're ready to shell out whatever it takes!"

The three women grew increasingly animated, their excited chatter escalating as they edged closer to him.

Micah didn't want to deal with them, but he noticed a familiar figure watching him not far away, so he didn't avoid them.

"I already have plans!" he stated.

With that, he attempted to bypass them and walk away. However, one of the women grabbed his clothes, preventing him from leaving. "Hold up, hot stuff, whatever anyone else throws at you, we'll multiply by ten."

"Right, we'll each pitch in three times that, tenfold, that's a whopping thirty times more."

"Handsome, give it a thought; we ladies have got the skills; we know how to treat a man right..."

As they made their pitch, the three loaded ladies extended their hands towards Micah.

Micah frowned and quickly stepped back to avoid, but the three rich women were ruthless and pounced on him directly.

Just as the three of them were about to overwhelm Micah on the sofa, a slender hand suddenly pulled Micah from behind.

Micah turned his head and saw Sadie in white, cold and cool, like a queen protecting him behind her.

The three rich women missed and fell on the sofa, looking very embarrassed. They angrily climbed up from the couch, cursing loudly, "Who's the bitch daring to steal my man!" "Watch your mouth," Annika sternly scolded.

"This is my man," Sadie declared arrogantly, with one hand on Micah's shoulder. "You have designs on him? Are you looking for trouble?"

Micah's lips curled into a sly grin, a peculiar twinkle lighting up his eyes.

This woman, with a different personality, is also quite adorable!

The three loaded ladies barely kept their footing. One dialed up some help, one fussed over her dress, and another jabbed a finger at Sadie, hollering, "You little minx, you dare to mess with us..."

Her words hung in the air as she froze, eyes wide, staring at Sadie. "Why the hell is it you again??"

Sadie's brows knitted together, puzzled. Did these women recognize her?

"Is it her?" One of the women said.

"Unbelievable! You little minx, two years ago, you pawned him off to us for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, then you drugged us, and you two ran off with the cash. Lucky for us, we managed to cancel the check in time, or you'd have gotten away with it!"

"Today, we won't let you off!" they said angrily.