Chapter 24 Mistaken Identity
Sadie continued to send text after desperate text, her fingers trembling with panic.
Sadie: [Sweetheart, are you still alive?]
Sadie: [I'm sorry, I was too greedy. I was wrong. I shouldn't have left you. Please forgive me.]
Sadie: [I really was wrong.]
...
Each message was soaked in regret, but no reply came.
Her headache worsened, her face flushed, and her nose red and swollen from constant wiping. Exhaustion dulled her eyes, and her breathing became labored with slight wheezing due to both her anxiety and cold. Her lips were chapped, and each spoken word brought on a lot of coughs, showcasing her frailty and helplessness.
"Do you know how I can contact the male escorts at the club?" she asked frantically, her desperation evident.
"How would I know?" The cleaning staff shrugged and kept working, assuming Sadie was just another customer looking for a good time. She even took a few steps back, trying to distance herself from Sadie.
Left with no other options, Sadie embarked on a frantic search for that male escort, trudging through the nightclub from evening until late at night.
The bar's dim lighting and booming music made her task daunting. Her anxiety grew as she wove through the chaotic crowd, her eyes scanning the masked male escorts one by one, searching for Micah's distinctive presence.
Most masks were exaggerated and different from Micah's cold yet alluring mask, making her quest all the more difficult.
"Where is he?" Sadie muttered under her breath, her desperation escalating. Her eyes then landed on a man standing at the bar. He had a tall, slender frame and wore a black suit. He was drinking with his head down. Hope surged within her; he looked so much like that male escort she had been looking for. She rushed over and grabbed his arm.
The escort turned, eyes confused beneath his mask. He asked in confusion, "Who are you? I don't know you."
Sadie's heart sank—it wasn't him. She felt a wave of profound disappointment and was about to let go when an angry voice sliced through the noise behind her. "You bitch, how dare you steal my man!" A wealthy woman stormed over, her face contorted with rage.
"I'm not—" Sadie tried to explain, but the woman didn't wait. She swung her hand, landing a vicious slap on Sadie's cheek.
The sound echoed in the bar, drawing everyone's attention. Sadie staggered back, her cheek burning from the impact.
The wealthy woman's three friends quickly joined her, ganging up on Sadie. Defensive, Sadie covered her head with her hands, trying to protect herself like a turtle, but the hits kept coming. Her hair was yanked, and her body was battered.
Nearby, the male escort pleaded, "Hey, stop it, stop it, please!"
"I'm going to skin this bitch alive. How dare she try to take my man? I'll show her!" the wealthy woman screamed, her eyes filled with a manic fury.
Pinned to the ground by the four women, Sadie couldn't fight their combined strength. The pain was overwhelming. She couldn't help but think if Micah had suffered similarly the night before. Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision with sorrow and fear.
A series of screams suddenly pierced the air.
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