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

"Why did you call for aid earlier?" Micah inquired, his gaze fixed on the other man. Louis found himself ensnared in a mental tug-of-war once more, torn between the call of reason and the allure of desire. "Mere appetizers, nothing more," Micah dismissed, patting Louis' shoulder with a cryptic grin. "The main event is yet to unfold."

Louis' eyes gleamed with anticipation. "What do you mean by the main event?"

"Let's forget about it..." Micah abruptly shifted back to a serious tone. "You said it yourself: the French are passionate and loyal. I won't be the one to lead you astray."

Louis' anxiety flared. "How is this leading astray? I'm merely curious, eager to explore this vibrant world. My heart remains steadfast and loyal."

"Is that so?" Micah rubbed his forehead, a troubled expression on his face. "But you also mentioned it wouldn't be fair to Sadie. What if she finds out and blames me for leading you astray?"

"I just don't want her to find out." Louis hurriedly said. "I won't do anything wrong, I swear. I want to broaden my horizons, I will not take anything to heart."

"We should end this conversation," Micah insisted, his tone firm. "Return to France and enjoy yourself there. If the Duke discovers our little escapade, he'll hold me accountable."

"The Duke has always been overly controlling. I've lived under his rules since childhood, never experiencing anything beyond them," Louis confessed, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Today, for the first time, I've discovered that the world holds such thrilling places."

"Thrilling? You seemed more terrified than thrilled earlier," Micah observed calmly. "It was as if those girls were demons ready to devour you."

"I-I was just nervous," Louis stammered, tugging at Micah's arm. "Enough with the delays, let's proceed to the main event."

"Alright, since you're so eager, let me show you something special!" Micah clapped his hands, and the private room was instantly filled with exotic music. A group of women clad in white veils and red dresses entered, their allure palpable. The women in white scattered playfully, leaving the woman in the red dress at the center. She swayed her enticing figure, performing a seductive Indian dance. As the rhythm of the music changed, her hips moved like a well-oiled machine, her provocative gaze locked onto Louis.

The women in white served as a stunning backdrop, accentuating the dancer's allure. Their thin skirts, wrapped in transparent gauze, revealed their enticing figures, stoking the fires of desire...

Louis was spellbound, standing frozen, his eyes riveted on the woman in red. His heart pounded in his chest, his body aflame with desire. Micah handed him a stack of tissues, indicating that he should attend to his nosebleed. Louis was so entranced by the woman that he failed to respond.

Micah nudged his arm, snapping him out of his trance. Louis hastily took the tissues and covered his nose, his gaze never leaving the dancer. Micah clapped Louis on the shoulder, a wicked grin on his face. "How do you like the show?" "It's... it's beautiful," Louis responded, his voice distant. This was his first encounter with such a spectacle. He, who had been under strict control since childhood, had never witnessed such a scene.

Tonight, on his first visit, he was immediately captivated by the exhilarating performance, which expanded his horizons in an instant...

"Would you like me to arrange something for you?" Micah offered, his voice dripping with persuasion. "This woman is clean and skilled; she will definitely take good care of you."

"I'm afraid that's not possible," Louis' last shred of rationality reminded him. "I'll just watch, no need to get involved."