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

Chapter 192 A Whole New Meaning

Ronan Potter was torn to shreds, as if two invisible hands were playing tug-of-war with his heart, threatening to rip it apart. He wanted to protect Sadie Roth but could not jeopardize the company-his family's legacy persevering through three Despite recognizing the trap Micah Clemens had laid out, resistance seemed futile.

generations.

"Ronan..." Sadie finally spoke, breaking the stifling silence, "don't torture yourself. Follow your heart."

"Sadie, I can't let you down again not like four years ago," Ronan's voice was heavy with sorrow, "but I can't neglect the company either."

"I understand," Sadie managed a stiff smile. "Times have changed; now the company is your responsibility!"

"What about you?" the question came from a place of deep pain.

"He won't harm me," she reassured him with feigned ease. "You don't have to worry about me."

"He won't harm you?" Ronan's gaze darkened at the sight of her bathrobe, his expression growing complex. "You used to be so proud, so aloof, and now..."

He trailed off, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes reflecting an unyielding defiance against fate's cruel play.

misunderstood, yet she chose not to clarify, offering a bitter smile instead, "Yeah, what

again brought

friends, retracting their marriage proposal upon hearing of the Roth family's bankruptcy; if she hadn't fallen into Leah White's trap, causing all that scandal-she wouldn't have ended up like this. Yes, Ronan Potter bore a

Ronan hung his head in

"Well? Have you decided?"

Clemens's voice filled the room, laced with the arrogant command of one who had fate in

was still trying

"You've got ten seconds. Take her with you, or

Ronan started, but his phone erupted into a sudden blare, and

I know, I

ended the call with a rapid tap and turned back to implore Micah Clemens. "Mr. Clemens, does it really have to be so drastic? Halting the project entirely is a huge loss for us." "So?" Micah raised

was at a loss for words. Micah Clemens played god with fate-if he decreed someone's demise, it was final. There

seconds," declared Micah, lifting

"Mr. Clemens..."

"Two!"

please...