Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 67 Rolls-Royce Phantom

"Is that so? That's great." Sadie suppressed her emotions and prevented herself from losing control. "Congratulations!"

"Hahaha, thank you." Kathleen laughed happily. "Tonight, at 6:00 p.m. Don't be late. Leah and my grandson will be there, too. Oh, by the way, you know my son-in-law, too. It's—" "I know. it's Ronan." Sadie deliberately acted nonchalant. "I will be there on time!"

"Good then." Kathleen pretended to be polite. "Do you want me to send a car to pick you up?"

"No need. I'll go by myself," Sadie replied coldly. "You should go home early. My place is humble, so I won't keep you."

"Don't worry. I'll leave now!" Kathleen said meaningfully, "As long as you behave, I won't bother your family."

After hanging up, Sadie's expression turned unpleasant as she looked at the luxurious mansion in front of her, thinking about her own home...

Edmond had started from scratch. When Sadie was little, they lived in a small house of just over 60 square meters. Her father had been working tirelessly day and night, and Brenda had been taking care of her throughout the year.

As Sadie grew up, their house expanded.

When Sadie turned 16, Edmond became the wealthiest man in Newark, and they relocated to the Hillside Mansion in the south district. That was the home her father built for her. He expressed his desire to create a happy, carefree forever for his little princess.

Even though Sadie didn't have a mother since she was little, she lived a happy life. She was truly well-protected by her father.

However, when a crisis struck, she was caught off guard and unable to react in time. If it weren't for the children, she probably wouldn't have been able to hold on until today.

Despite making a foolish and absurd decision back then, giving birth to the children, Sadie took responsibility for her mistake. She devoted herself to raising the children and providing them with a healthy living environment.

Now, she just wanted to raise the children well, without getting tangled up in the past.

Yet, it seemed there were always people coming to cause trouble for her.

Just because she was alone and helpless now, did they all think she was easy to bully?

"Miss Roth, are you alright?" Dahlia looked at her pale face and asked with concern, "Did you encounter some difficulties?"

"I'm fine..." Sadie was absent-minded. "I need to go out at 6:00 p.m. tonight. Can you please get me some painkillers?"

"Taking painkillers won't help." Dahlia smiled at her, "I'll accompany you, so no matter what happens, you won't have to worry."

"Won't that be too much trouble for you?" Sadie was somewhat surprised by how good Dahlia was to her.

"Mr. Clemens asked me to take care of you, not only in terms of treatment, but also to be attentive to other matters." Dahlia squatted down to feed Sadie the medicine. "After taking the medicine, I'll have someone do your styling. We'll leave at 5:00 p.m."

...

The stylist changed Sadie into a comfortable yet elegant outfit, with a white silk scarf around her neck to conceal the scar.

Her naturally wavy hair fell casually on her shoulders, and she applied light makeup.

She looked simple and elegant, but one couldn't hide the innate nobility and liveliness in Sadie's demeanor!

Looking at herself in the mirror, Sadie felt somewhat unfamiliar.

In the past four years, she had never worn makeup or taken care of her skin. She would rarely even look in the mirror, her mind consumed with earning money to support her family. She had almost forgotten what she looked like.

"Let's go!" Dahlia pushed Sadie into the car.

"Wait." Sadie looked at the before her and was suddenly stunned. "This Rolls-Royce Phantom... Is this Mr. Clemens' car?"

"This Phantom was recently scratched and sent for repairs. It just returned yesterday. I asked Mr. Clemens, and he said you can use it as you like," Dahlia said respectfully.