A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 4

“My father is not a liar. So you can keep your money,” Rome replied, hiding his anger behind his calm eyes.

A long sigh came from Catherine's lip as she crossed her arms, shrugged her shoulders, and looked the other way.

As his hand tightened around his bag ropes, Rome subconsciously gazed around the room. Then a baby photo of Catherine caught his eyes. Then he faintly giggled and said, “cute.”

His comment drew her attention to where he was looking. She looked at the photo for a brief while before staring at Rome, then Cathrine furrowed her eyebrows and rolled her eyes at him.

“We may get married. However, I don’t see you as my husband. You can sleep in my room, but not on my bed. Put your belongings in the left closet since I have no use for that space. Also, if you can’t help me, then do not meddle in my business.” Catherine harshly said.

However, Rome made no reply since her remark annoyed him. Instead, he walked past her, approached the left closet, and opened it. Then he tossed his bag in the corner and slammed the door shut.

“Father, this is insane. Catherine is my only child! You can not expect me to marry her to tha-that nobody!” Catherine's father said with humbleness in his voice.

In a fate of rage, Mr. Barlow slammed his palms against the desk and shouted, “You ungrateful, son! Do you want your grandfather to become a liar? His direct words were ‘my last granddaughter will be married to the grandson of Mr. Miller."

"But..."

"Cathrine is my youngest grandchild. Therefore it is only right that she fulfilled her great-grandfather's promise!”

The room grew silent. Then Mr. Barlow rested back in his seat and slightly waved his hand, gesturing to his son to leave the room.

“What did father say?” Cathrine's mother cried out to her husband when he came out of the study.

“There’s nothing we can do. Our daughter is going to marry a sore loser.” Catherine's father mumbled beneath his breath. Then he hung his head and walked away, dragging his feet.

In the east wing of the Balow mansion, the four cousins, Charles, Richard, Jeff, and Chloe, had gathered in their meeting room, which was an old fashion chamber that no one uses in the house.

“Hahaha, this is great! I thought we would have to lift a finger to get Catherine removed from the heritage list. But it seems like fate has done it for us!” Jeff said before sipping his wine.

“He looks like a servant! Did you see his clothes? How dare him have the guts to be a son-in-law when he looked like that!” Charles angrily said, clutching onto his wine glass with burning rage in his eyes.

Chloe rolled her eyes at her cousins and slyly intoned, “Let's make him one then.”

“What?” Richard asked in confusion.

With a devious smile on Chloe's lips, she stood from her seat, and as her fingertip traced around the glass, she shyly smiled and said, “Let's make him our personal slave.”

It took less than a second for Charles, Richard, Jeff to burst into a pearl of evil laughter.

“You should remind me not to mess with you in the future,” Richard said, making a toast to Chloe before drinking his wine.

However, he excitement only lasted for a moment, and then silence befell the room.

“Since it's your idea, Chloe, why don't you start, and we will follow your lead.” Charles cunning said, knowing that the was a thirst for power in the mansion and the slightest deal you make with anyone could be a trap.