Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 221 Mess with Mine, and It's the End of the Line?

Before she could place the call, an incoming call interrupted her - it was Ronan Potter.

Kathleen immediately answered and put it on speaker. "Hello, Ronan!"

"The search controversy has been squashed, and I've been in touch with other media outlets. This mess has gotten real ugly. My dad is furious and the board is convening-they want to strip me of my executive position at Clemens Corp," said Ronan, his voice betraying his agitation.

"What? How is this happening? Why are they removing you?" Kathleen inquired with a look of confusion crossing her face.

"Just let me finish," Ronan interrupted Kathleen's protests, trying to calm his racing heart. "If the Potter name goes down, it's not just us that'll suffer-your family, the Whites, won't be faring much better.

I'm busting my hump to clean up this disaster. Please don't pile on more problems. Convince your daughter to stop spilling Sadie's secrets to the press. She's hurting Sadie, and she's dragging me down with her."

"I understand, I do, Ronan," Kathleen responded, seeking a chance to explain.

"Let's just call it quits, okay? I'm begging here. I'll drop the divorce talk for now; just please, no more chaos. Leave Sadie alone," Ronan pleaded before abruptly hanging up.

Kathleen, looking distraught, turned to Sadie with a fiery glare. "This is all your doing, you wretch!"

Sadie was beyond words.

"You heard him," Kathleen hissed and grabbed Sadie by the arm, "The Potters are pulling out all the stops to bury this story. Go register now, and we can put this to rest. Or else, we'll go public with those kids' paternity-a scandal that implicates Ronan. But remember, they're not his problem..."

"I got it," Sadie replied.

Deep down, she knew that if she didn't comply, Kathleen and her daughter would expose everything about the kids, no matter what Ronan said. This was her biggest threat, and they wouldn't miss the chance to remove her from the equation. This was her moment.

"Now get inside!" Kathleen pushed Sadie forward.

The man was still waiting in the distance. He even surprisingly looked pleased to see Sadie arrive. She took a seat by him and handed over her documents.

"Made up your mind?" Asked the clerk, a middle-aged woman with a no-nonsense attitude.

"Yeah," Sadie nodded.

With no more questions to ask, the clerk started processing their paperwork. The marriage procedure was simple they took a photo together, signed their names, and then it was time for the official stamp.

Just then, a group of stern-looking individuals in black suits barged in, taking control of the scene and clearing the path.

Suddenly, a tall, statuesque figure strode in from outside, his silhouette dramatically elongated by the sunlight behind him, exuding a cool, commanding presence. "Wow, what a hunk!"

The clerk's eyes widened as she gawked at the Greek god-like man who had just entered, completely smitten and forgetting to stamp the document in her hand.

"Why is he here?" Kathleen whispered, looking panic-stricken. Yet she quickly regained composure, rushing to press Aunt May's hand. "Stamp it, now!"

A card whizzed through the air, brushing dangerously close to Sadie's hair and nicking Kathleen's hand, blocking the decisive stamp!

The signature was meant for the marriage certificate but ended up on the card instead.

Sadie had been downcast, unaware of anyone approaching from behind.

It wasn't until Kathleen let out a yelp and pulled back her hand, causing the clerk to startle to her feet...

The stamp fell to the desk and rolled into Sadie's hand. It was then that she came to her senses and instinctively turned around...

She froze. Why was he here?

A heavy hand landed firmly on Sadie's shoulder, and a pair of deep, oceanic eyes stared coldly at Kathleen. A low, chilling voice laced with lethal menace uttered, "You've got guts, huh? Tampering with my people over and over; it seems like you have a death wish!!"