Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 411 He Didn't Recognize Her

While they were working, Sadie caught a glimpse of a familiar figure that made her heart skip a beat... It was him!

Whenever Micah came to the nightclub, he always wore a black leather jacket and that mysterious and foreboding black half-mask. His tall and upright silhouette stood out even in the dimly lit corridor, exuding an air of dominance. It was as if he were a god from hell itself, instilling fear and chilling awe.

What was he doing there? Was he just like the other men, seeking pleasure?

Thoughts swirled through Sadie's head, her feelings a complex web, as her eyes remained fixed on him, unable to look away.

It wasn't until she stepped into the familiar private booth that she allowed her gaze to drift away...

"Sadie, what's up?" Serena tapped Sadie on the shoulder.

"It's nothing." Sadie came back to reality, "Table V11 wants some ice. I'll go get it."

"Let me handle that. There's a new guest in one of the upfront booths; you should greet them. You might snag a few big checks." Serena took the tray from her hands. "Go on, hustle!" "Ha, got it!"

Serena's comment amused Sadie, who had been working there for a week and consistently brought in the least revenue.

Rose had lectured her several times, insisting on thick-skinned flirts and aggressive charm to push sales. Otherwise, Sadie would be scraping by on minimum wage.

Rose even demonstrated how to coax customers into spending more, but Sadie just couldn't grasp it. This infuriated Rose to the point of issuing a yellow card warning that if she ended the month at the bottom in sales, she'd be out on her ear That lit a fire under Sadie, who asserted her determination to improve.

To lend a helping hand, Serena went out of her way daily to direct orders Sadie's way.

"You're laughing?" Serena was conflicted between amusement and concern, "Look at us, elite servers picked for our education and looks, assigned to the private booth section-how lucky! The other girls catch on in three days, save a tidy sum in three months, and can buy a house after a year. And you? Bottom of the barrel every day for a week I guess you're not hurting for cash."

"How could that be? I'm really strapped for cash. I just can't let loose." Sadie admitted sheepishly, "But I'm trying..."

"That's the spirit." Serena patted her shoulder sympathetically. "Save enough to get out of here sooner rather than later—this can't be our forever gig, right?"

"I know." Sadie nodded, psyching herself up, "Tonight, I'll aim for the top spot!"

"Go get 'em. And remember that booth is for our top-tier VIPs, no slacking!"

"Mhm."

With Serena gone, Sadie took a deep breath, mustering the courage to enter the so-called supreme booth.

Of course, she knew that big money was on the line here. The client was Micah, who had pricey bottles on reserve, each with a six-figure tag, and his tips were also famously generous.

But would he recognize her?

Dressed in the nightclub's standard-issue outfit, albeit customized slightly, she became a captivating blend of vulnerability and allure, from the plunging neckline to her provocative curves. Her disguise featured a black lace mask with bunny ears, complemented by a red wig, light purple contacts, and striking fiery-red lipstick.

Now, she was hardly recognizable.

Even Serena might struggle to identify her without seeing the name tag.

With these thoughts, she took another deep breath and knocked on the booth's door.

Micah lounged on the couch with an air of arrogance, his eyes glued to his phone as if he was scrutinizing some document, not once lifting his eyelids.

"Shall we dip into the stash from last time?" Rose was there catering to them personally.

"Yeah," Andrew responded. "Bring over two buckets of ice."

"Sure thing." Rose motioned to Sadie with a glance, "Go get the ice."

"Oh," Sadie acknowledged. She made her way behind the screen to the small bar, opening the freezer to retrieve the ice.

Andrew looked up at her, his gaze filled with curiosity.