Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 23 Tearful Repentance

"Take him to the parking lot. He's a guard now!" Micah said as he held the phone and turned around to leave.

"Got it!" Andrew patted Samuel's face. "You should thank Mr. Clemens for his kindness. Being a guard with such a high salary is unique!"

"Yes, yes! Thank you, Mr. Clemens. Thank you, Andrew!" Samuel, with blood all over his face, still managed to smile and nod.

Sadie felt extremely disgusted with that face. At the same time, she couldn't help but marvel at the punishment.

She thought, 'In this way, Samuel will be ever looked down upon from now on. That's how he does it. What a devil!'

Sadie reminded herself to stay away from this devil. Now she realized that her "Toy Boy in Debt" was so nice he was obedient and well-behaved, earning her over 150 thousand dollars in just two nights. Thinking about that, Sadie quickly dried her clothes and headed to the bank. Time was pressing, so she ran all the way, finally rushing into the bank before it closed to cash the check.

However, the bank teller informed her that the check had been canceled early in the morning.

Sadie froze. The three wealthy women had bought the "Toy Boy in Debt" from her for 150 thousand dollars.

'They canceled the check after having their fun with him? Are all the rich ladies nowadays so shameless?!' Sadie screamed inwardly.

Immediately, she called the "Toy Boy in Debt", but no one answered.

She called three times, but still no response. Panicking, she sent him a text message.

Sadie: [Call me back immediately, urgent matter!]

There was no reply either.

Holding her phone, Sadie pondered whether something had happened the previous night.

She wondered, 'Maybe he couldn't bear the torture from those ladies and escaped at the last moment? So, the rich ladies, feeling angry and embarrassed, canceled the check? Quite reasonable! It must be!'

With that in mind, Sadie quickly hailed a taxi and headed to the nightclub.

On her way to the club, she started sneezing and had a runny nose. She must have caught a cold when cleaning the swimming pool in the afternoon. But she couldn't care less-she just wanted to find that fellow as soon as possible! Soon, she arrived at the nightclub. It was still early, and it hadn't opened yet, so outsiders were not allowed in.

Sadie snuck in through the back door and made her way to that guy's private room.

Strangely, the room was empty-the sofa, coffee table, liquor cabinet, and even the carpet were all gone. Several waiters were doing the cleaning, while the manager was taking measurements, saying that they needed to customize new furniture.

Sadie pulled a waitress aside and asked in a low voice, "What happened here? It was fine yesterday."

"I'm not sure either. The manager told me to clean up here, so I am doing my job," she replied impatiently. "How did you get in? Please leave..."

"I'm just curious about it. It won't be long. Can you please tell me?" Sadie took out 50 dollars and handed it to her.

The waitress took the money and put it in her pocket without hesitation. She glanced around and leaned closer to Sadie, whispering, "When I came in today, there was a lot of blood on the carpet. I think someone got killed. You know how it is..."

"What?!" Sadie's eyes widened. Her mind went blank when hearing the words "someone got killed"!

She remembered that Toy Boy in Debt saying before, "58 years old, 300 pounds. I'm not up for that challenge!"

There was a 300-pound wealthy woman who had wanted an overnight booking, and he had refused. Last night, there were three of them-three! He couldn't possibly have succumbed to exhaustion, could he?!

'No! If there were casualties, the wealthy ladies might cancel the check to distance themselves from the situation...'

Sadie was extremely anxious. She blamed herself, for her greed causing someone's death. And that 'someone' happened to be the father of her children.

She could even imagine that decades later, her grown-up children ask her about their father's identity.

At that time, she would only remorsefully tell them, "Your father was a male escort, whom I sold for 150 thousand dollars to three wealthy women with a total weight of about 800 pounds. After that, his fate has been uncertain, and there hasn't been any news!"