A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 105

There was a moment of hesitation as Rome gazed at Catherine.

Then he second-guessed his words for a brief while before saying, “Jeff burned down your family

warehouse, Charles got involved with someone's wife, Elijah betray your grandfather, and Chloe, well

she messed with Mr. Ford. What have you done?”

“Uh?” Catherine asked, raising a brow.

“What wrong have you done?”

“Well…”

Feeling a bit uncertain, Catherine mumbled, “Ummm… Nothing?”

“Right, nothing. So why do you want things to fall apart for you?” Rome asked with a straight face.

With her eyes fixed on his, Catherine slowly rubbed her thumb against her other finger as she mumbled

beneath her breath, “I don't know. I thought maybe…” NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“The quote, ‘Bad things happen to good people is not right because it shouldn't be that way, and you

shouldn't be thinking in such a manner.” Rome firmly said.

“I know. It feels a bit weird that I am still succeeding against it all. It wasn't like that before I marr...”

“Before you married me?”

Silence fell between them as Catherine stared deep into Rome's eyes. Then she faintly smiled and

mumbled, “Yes,”

“I guess I'm your lucky charm then,” Rome said with a straight face.

“I guess you are.”

“Right, I am.”

There was a brief pause, and Rome wanted so desperately to tell her his real identity as he intensely

stared at her.

But Jeff suddenly entered the room, and Catherine swayed her attention off Rome.

“I can't believe you two have time for romance when the Barlow name is up in flames!” Jeff rudely

uttered as he walked past them.

Then he sluggishly sat on the couch and mumbled, “Well, it shouldn't bug you though since you are the

one who set it on fire.”

Frowning, Catherine stared at him and asked, “What are you talking about!”

“We both know what is going on here,” Jeff said, narrowing his eyes at her.

“You might, but I don't.”

“The innocent act. I'm not buying that crap!”

For a while, Catherine stared at her cousin. Then she looked away from him and said, “I have no time

for your mind games. I have to get to the office.”

“I will tag along with you,” Rome said.

Resting his feet on the table, Jeff smirked and slyly uttered, “You both are a perfect match! The

hypocrite and her loyal dog!”

Anger glowed in Rome's eyes as he stared at Jeff. But then he took a deep breath and coldly uttered,

“Only a fool spits out garbage and takes pride in it.”

Those words raised Jeff’s anger to the roof. But before he could think about a response, Rome had

already led Catherine out of the living room.

Fighting against his urge to scream, Jeff hatefully stared at the living room entrance as he allowed his

anger to devour him from the inside.

At ten o'clock, Rome brought Catherine Sedan into the parking lot of DreamTeam Inc. and got out of

the car.

Then he gazed at Catherine when she asked, “Are you coming in?”

“I'm hungry. We didn't have breakfast. Should we go somewhere and grab a quick bite?” Rome replied.

Feeling indecisive, Catherine anxiously said, “We could go to a restaurant. But to be honest, it's going

to be hectic here for grandfather and my uncles to handle alone, so…”

“I will get us takeout. You can go in first, and I will join you later.” Rome gently said.

A sense of relief coursed through Catherine as she smiled and mumbled, “Thanks for understanding.”

Replying with a smile, Rome felt a bit relieved since her response was actually what he was going for.

For a brief while, Rome watched Catherine as she headed into the building. Then he waited a few more

minutes before getting into the car.

Afterward, he pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contact, and stopped at Mr. Davis' number.

After dialing it, it took a few seconds, then Mr. Davis’ voice flowed into his ear, “Good morning, sir.”

“Tell everyone to come to DreamTeam today before three, and there are a few things I need you to tell

Mr. Barlow when you get here,” Rome said, looking out the car window as he stared at the entrance of

the building.

The line went silent for a while. Then Mr. Davis' voice flowed out of the speakers, “What do you want

me to say?”

The call lasted for a few minutes before Rome could end it. Afterward, he started the car engine and

drove off.

It was a few minutes after ten when Rome walked into the office, carrying bags in both hands.

“Are we eating with others?” Catherine asked when she gazed at him walking through the doorway with

the bags.

“Nope, these are just ours,” Rome said, setting the items on the table.

Then he watched Catherine leave from behind her desk and approached him.

When she reached him, she didn't say a word as she dug into the bags. It took a while, but Catherine

got everything out, and after she did, she gazed at Rome and pouted.

“These are foods that I love,” Catherine mumbled, sniffing back tears.

“Yeah, I thought it would cheer you up. Did it?” Rome asked, staring into her watery eyes.

Nodding slightly, Catherine wept her cheek and mumbled, “Yes.”

“I'm glad then,” Rome said, knowing that things was about to escalate.

By two o'clock, Mr. Barlow was seated in his office with his head resting back on his chair, when a

knock on his door made him sit up straight.

“ Who is it?” Mr. Barlow asked.

“Ella.” His secretary called out from the other side of the door.

After sighing heavily, Mr. Barlow said, “Come in!”

The door opened, and Ella walked into the office with an anxious look on her face.

Then she stopped a few distances away from the desk and said, “Boss, the media platforms are

threatening lawsuits if we cancel the press conference.”

“What! Why?” Mr. Barlow angrily uttered.

“Because they canceled most of their other activities because of this conference. Therefore they are

asking for compensation.”

“At such a troubling time I can't afford to waste money on them!”

“What are we going to do then?”

In annoyance, Mr. Barlow slowly tapped his fingers against the desk and said, “I don't know. We will

just have to make up a story and sell it to them.”

Feeling hesitant, Ella slightly frowned and mumbled, “But, sir…”

“Let me handle this, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

Even though she wasn't fine with what he had said, Ella left the office.

However, it took a couple of minutes for Mr. Barlow to get another knock on his door.

“Who is it?” Mr. Barlow shouted, feeling out of patience.

“It's Ella.” His secretary said from the other end of the door.

“What is it!”

“You got a few guests. They are clients of Elijahs.”