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.”


    Hisment 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 mmed 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 mmed his palms against the desk and shouted, “You ungrateful, son!


    Do you want your grandfather to be a liar? His direct words were ‘myst 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-inw when


    he looked like that!” Charles angrily said, clutching onto his wine ss 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


    ss, she shyly smiled and said, “Let''s make him our personal ve.”


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


    “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 onlysted 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.


    “Coward,” Chloe mumbled beneath her breath.


    Then she sat down her wine ss on the table and loudly said, “Fine. I will show you,dies, how to


    get the job done.”


    Charles and the others were not happy about the name Chloe called them. But they maintained a


    bright smile on their faces.


    Rome had just finished arranging the things from his backpack into the closet when Catherine’s room


    door suddenly flew opened.


    He then took a deep breath before turning around to face Chloe as she gave him a dirty look.


    “I need you to wash my clothes,” Chloe demanded with a mocking smile on her face.


    Rome wanted to refuse. But at that moment, Catherine walked out of the bathroom and asked, What''s


    going on here?”


    “I am just trying to be generous by making your husband useful. We all heard what grandma said, and


    it will be a shame if he is worthless to this household. That''s why I asked him to wash for me.”


    “Is that so?”


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    “Yes.”


    As a sigh escaped her lips, Catherine coldly stared at Rome and said, “Do as she says.”


    For a moment, Rome stood still, clenching his fist as he stared at both of them. Then he inhaled deeply


    and exhaled slowly.


    “Fine. Where''s your clothes?” Rome mumbled, holding in his anger.


    “Follow me!” Chloe said, smirking at him.


    She walked out of the room, and Rome eyed Catherine for a second before following her cousin.


    When they got to Chloe''s room, she headed inside while Rome waited for her out the door.


    A few secondster, she came out with a basket, and when Rome reached to take it out of her hands,


    she dropped the basket on the floor.


    “Oop! Are you going to pick them up?” Chloe mockingly said.


    Rome gazed down at her bra and underwear scattered on the floor. Then he red at her, bent down,


    and started putting them back into the basket.


    “Wow, Chloe! You are amazing.” Charles said as he, Richard, and Jeff approached Chloe and Rome.


    “What? I am just teaching our useless brother-inw how to be useful.” Chloe said with a hint of


    arrogance in her tone.


    “Haha, true. Our dear brother-inw can use a lesson or two from us. How about after you finish here,


    you can go wash my car.” Richard intoned.


    “Yeah, and afterward, you can polish my shoes,” Jeff said with a smirk.


    Although Rome said nothing, his blood was boiling with rage and thirst for revenge.