A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 91

A looked of anger crossed Mr. Davis's face and within a split second, he forgot who presence he was

in.

“What!” Mr. Davis shouted before getting a grip on his tongue.

Pulling his brows into a frown, Rome gave him an icy stare without uttering a word.

The was a long paused. Then Mr. Davis suppressed his anger and mumbled, “Of course. Anything you Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

say, I will not object. You can keep the photos until you feel ready to give them to me.”

After taking a moment to fight his urge to tighten his fist, he pitifully gazed at Rome, bent his back

lower, resting his palms against his kneecaps, and pleaded, “I beg you not to send them to my wife. It

will ruin my family and my image. I will do anything you say!”

“Good, because I still have use for you,” Rome mumbled, dropping his phone on the couch.

Even though he felt hesitant to ask, Mr. Davis swallowed hard and mumbled, “What is it?”

“I'm not going to say what it is now. But I will inform you when I have a use for you.”

After keeping silent for a while, Mr. Davis nodded and said, “Okay. I will await your command.”

Then he stood up straight. But when he turned around to leave, Rome said, “One word to the Barlows

about my identity, and these photos will make headlines along with the news about the sudden decline

in your company process. Clear?”

“Crystal,” Mr. Davis said before walking out of the room.

It became silent for a while. Then Mr. Ford cleared his throat and said, “That went well.”

“Yeah,” Rome mumbled, staring away from the door.

Then he gazed at his father as Mr. Ford opened a bottle of wine and pulled some in two separate

glasses.

Afterward, he handed Rome one of the glasses, and the moment his son took a sip of the wine, Mr.

Ford slyly smiled and asked, “Did I tell you that one of my friends is having a cruise party?”

Frowning, Rome set the glass down and said, “No, you did not.”

“Well, he's having his fifty-five birthday celebration on a ship, and he invited me. Then he gave me

another invitation to bring a plus one.”

“Breakfast was a trap, wasn't it?”

With an innocent expression on his face, Mr. Ford chuckled and softly intoned, “Why would I feed you,

just to trap you. I'm just letting you know that I have a separate invitation if you want to tag along with

your lonely old man.”

“See, you are doing it again!” Rome said in disbelief.

“Doing what?”

“Trying to manipulate me!”

“I'm not!”

Smirking, Rome gave his father a side-eye and said, “That's good to hear because I'm not

accompanying you.”

“Fine, I'm going to go alone. If I get drunk or ill, and someone asks if I have my family with me, I can tell

them that I lost the love of my life, and my son doesn't care about me.” Mr. Ford lashed out as he stood

to his feet.

Smiling at his father, Rome thought, ‘What a sly fox?’

Then he sighed and said, “Fine. When is this party?”

“Next week Saturday,” Mr. Ford said with a sudden smile on his lips.

“I will be there.”

The corners of Mr. Ford's eyes crinkled as he smiled and said, “Great, I will call Jerry and get him

working on your suit.”

“Okay,” Rome said.

For a moment, Mr. Ford stared at him before saying, “See you around son.”

Afterward, he walked out of the room, and Rome stared at the door for a few seconds, then his ringtone

distracted him.

When Rome picked up his phone for the couch and saw "My Wife” blinking on the screen, he hastily

answered the call.

“Morning, wife,” Rome said.

“I woke up, and you were gone without leaving a note or anything. Is there a problem?” Catherine

mumbled as she took her car key from the dresser.

“No, not at all. I just had to get to work early.”

“So you missed breakfast?”

“Yeah, but I will grab something to eat later with my workmates.”

The was a brief pause as Catherine got a hold of her purse. Then she sighed and said, “I'm going to

stop by at a cafe, get you some food, and then I'm going over to your worksite.”

“It's fine. You don't have to stress yourself like that.” Rome said, hastily waking up from the couch.

“I know. But I really want to, okay?”

“Okay, I will be waiting for you.”

After Catherine ended the call, Rome shoved his phone into his coat pocket. Then he rushed out of the

room.

When he arrived outside, he hurried to the jeep, got in, and said, “Drive as if your life depends on it!”

Not asking any questions, Mr. Orlando stepped on the accelerator pedal and drove off at full speed why

K was still struggling to wear his seatbelt.

“How long would it take to get to the construction site?” Rome asked, staring down at his phone screen.

“An hour and a few minutes.” Mr. Orlando said as he overtook another car.

“Catherine is going to be there in less than that. I should have told her something else.”

“What? Miss is going to the construction site?”

“Yes,”

“Ahh, this is not good. Do you know what to say to her if she gets there before us!”

“I don't, so make sure that she doesn't reach there first!”

Suddenly a look of horror spiked in Mr. Orlando's eyes as he stepped on the brake pedal and shouted,

“Traffic!”

Then he looked at Rome's reflection in the V mirror and nervously asked, “Have you thought about

telling her the truth? I mean, now looks like the perfect time?”

“How do you think that's going to turn out!” Rome angrily inquired while anxiously staring at his phone

screen.

“Maybe she will appreciate your efforts and be okay with you helping her to get to the top!”

“Wrong! When it comes to her family, Catherine has conscious towards them, but I don't! I don't care

which one of them I get to drag in the mud, but she will because she soft.”

“True.”

“That's why she can't know the truth, not when I am so close to dragging the rest of her competition in

the dust and making her the family top inheritor.”

Joy glowed in Mr. Orlando's eyes when the cars ahead of him started moving again.

“We just lost ten minutes because of this traffic. I hate this!” Rome mumbled, resting his palm against

his forehead.