Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!

Micah's eyebrow arched in a playful manner as he announced, "The real fun is yet to begin." He paused, a smirk playing on his lips. "By the time you leave tonight, you'll no longer see that woman as anything extraordinary." "Sadie, you mean?" Louis' mind was immediately filled with thoughts of her, guilt gnawing at his conscience. "I still think she's great. If she knew I was here, she would be upset. Forget it, I should go back..."

He began to turn away, but his departure was interrupted.

A stunning woman, adorned in a sexy cat-themed outfit, collided with him. Her lips, painted a vibrant red, parted slightly as she spoke, her breath carrying the sweet scent of orchids. "Where are you off to, handsome?" she asked. Louis' eyes widened in surprise, his gaze involuntarily trailing from her elegant collarbone down to her generous cleavage. A slow trickle of blood seeped from his nose.

The cat-costumed woman covered her mouth, a giggle escaping her lips. "Feeling a little overheated, are we? Have some chilled wine to cool down." She beckoned her companions and guided Louis into Micah's private quarters. Andrew sighed, watching the scene unfold. "Louis reminds me of my first time at the Night Club," he mused, "So shy, so timid, so out of place... and then you dragged me into it." He shot Micah a resentful look, adding, "Now you're unfazed by everything!"

Micah smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Isn't that a good thing? You've built up immunity. Despite frequenting this place, you've managed to maintain your innocence. That's quite an achievement!"

Andrew's face flushed with embarrassment at Micah's words. "Mr. Clemens, how could you..." he stammered, but Micah merely smirked and confidently strode into the private room.

Alan, who had been observing the exchange, turned to Andrew. "Are you really innocent?" Alan asked curiously.

"Shut up!" Andrew retorted, a sneer playing on his lips. "You're so young, yet you gossip like an old lady!" He watched as Andrew disappeared into the private room, skillfully sidestepping two bunny-costumed girls without so much as a flinch. Alan admired Andrew, who had unknowingly become a role model in his heart. He silently vowed to maintain his own purity and innocence.

The VIP room was a den of decadence and indulgence. Women dressed as cats, foxes, and bunnies, along with mature women in seductive red dresses, filled the room. Every imaginable style was represented.

Louis found himself lost in this dark paradise, surrounded by a bevy of beauties who plied him with wine and grapes. The scene was so alluring that Andrew dared not look directly at it.

Louis was a prisoner, teetering on the edge of morality and desire. His hands clenched the leather of the sofa, his nails digging in as he wrestled with his internal conflict.

"Stop crowding me, get off..." he stammered.

"Hey, don't unbuckle my belt!!!

"Don't touch my thigh!!!

"Ah!!! Don't sit on me...

"Micah, help me, save me!"

His pleas were desperate, reflecting his inner turmoil and physical struggle. With tear-filled eyes, Louis sought help from Micah, who stifled a laugh and gestured with a wave of his hand. His ice-blue eyes were misted over with amusement. At his signal, Andrew, Alan, and the others dispersed the group of women, and the room fell silent once more.

Louis slumped on the sofa, wiping the sweat from his forehead and taking deep breaths in an attempt to regain his composure.

"Are you okay?" Micah asked, an eyebrow raised at Louis' uncontrollable reaction.

"I-I'm fine," Louis stammered, clutching a cushion in front of him. "Those girls, they're so fierce!" he managed to say.

Micah teased, "You don't like them? Then we won't let them in next time, and we'll just drink!"

"No, no, no, it's not that..." Louis hurriedly explained, "They work hard; they should be supported!"