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

Chapter 209 The Perfect Standby

Sadie gave him an address close to her new place and agreed to meet in thirty minutes.

She quickly changed her clothes and brushed her hair before heading out.

No sooner had she arrived at the spot than a black Maybach rolled up...

The car door swung open, and a pair of long legs stepped out. Sunglasses came off to reveal a beaming smile: "You little rascal!"

"Mason!" Sadie Roth stared at Mason, momentarily taken aback before recognizing him.

Mason seemed like a changed man compared to the young, sunny boy of years past. Now sporting long hair, his slender frame had become a touch frail, his handsome face softened with a trace of melancholy... But even so, he appeared more innocently striking than ever!

Even Sadie, standing in front of him, couldn't help feeling a bit inferior: "You've lost weight, and somehow, you look even better."

"Tsk tsk, I've always said, 'handsome' isn't the right word to describe me."

Mason, true to his old habits, found joy in pinching Sadie Roth's cheeks.

"But it's true, you are handsome."

Roth was quite adamant on

snow. His features and contours, flawless to a point where even many women felt overshadowed. Especially now with his hair grown out, casually tied back, it

not as lovely as

old days. Mason looped an arm around Sadie Roth's shoulders, guiding her into

nervously, spotting a few

up and hold

from Mason, the car roared to

hastily gripped the handle, taking a deep breath, her body pressed

but Mason, with his fine driving skills, wove through traffic with ease,

relief, suggesting,

the accelerator, affectionately ruffling her hair,

"You still remember..."

had a fondness for seafood, but Ronan Potter, worried about her

different; he just wanted her to be

Mason smiled tenderly at her, "I

such heartfelt words, Sadie was at a loss

even a normal life seemed unattainable, let alone dragging

engaged to you, I would never have let you down. With me around,

at the bridge of her nose,

not wanting him to see her sentimental