A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 44

For a moment, the leader of the Darklight gang maintained his silence as he tapped his fingers on the

desk and coldly stared at Rome.

Then he sat up straight and said, “1.5 million.”

“Fine,” Rome said with less patience in his tone.

“Paper before info.”

“I will wire the money to you, but if the information you give me isn't solid, you will pay me back with

more than just cash.”

“Is that a threat!”

“See it as such because it is! Now give me an account number.”

For a moment, there was a flicker of fear in the leader of the Darklight gang’s eyes. Then he pulled

himself together and called out the account number.

It took a few minutes, then his phone buzzed on the desk, and he picked it up, staring at the screen in

disbelief.

“1.5 million. Sender, ‘anonymous.” He read out loud before gazing at Rome and asking, “Who are

you?”

“Where's my information?” Rome coldly intoned, striving to hold on to the last shred of patience he had

left.

“Right. Umm… Well, we didn't double-cross her.”

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Hearing the seriousness in Rome's tone, the leader of the Darklight gang eyed his gun and said, “We

didn't do it, but one of us did. That bastard lied on us, forcing the gang to split up and go into hiding

because of the authorities.”

“Do you at least know who hired him?” Rome asked, feeling his frustration growing.

“No. But, I know he did it to pay his son's hospital bill.”

“So, whoever paid his son's medical fees is responsible for setting Chloe up?”

“Haha! You just hit the nail right on the head!”

Struggling against his anger, Rome picked up a sheet and pen off the desk. Then he rested it in front of

the leader of the Darklight gang and said, “Write down every information about him and his son.”

For a moment, the leader of the Darklight gang did nothing as he blankly stared at the sheet. Then he

exhaled, picked up the pen, and started writing.

After he got done and laid the pen down, Rome took it off the desk, stood to his feet, and said, “For

your sake, I hope this gives me the information that I need.”

Then he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Who's that rich jerk!” the leader of the Darklight gang shouted.

“I don't know. But whoever he is, he's not simple.” Scorpion mumbled, feeling a shrive run down his

spine.

When Rome came out of the warehouse, he stepped past the four wounded men, still laying on the

ground, and walked to the SUV.

Then he got into the front seat and gazed back at Brook, Scar, and Blaze staring wide-eyed at him.

“I'm just going to say it, ‘Our boss is awesome!” Scar shouted, beaming at Rome.

But when he saw Brook eyeing him, he coughed and put on a serious expression.

“Get someone to find out who recently made a payment on the medical bill of Leo Dash at Redemption

hospital,” Rome said, handing the paper over to Blaze.

“Yes, boss. I will get my tech guys working on it right now.” Blaze said with his gaze focused on the

sheet.

After faintly smiling at them, Rome pushed the car door open and got down. Then he walked over to

the other vehicle and got into the backseat.

“Where to next, young master.” Mr. Orlando asked, staring in the V-mirror.

“Call Hanson. Tell him to meet me at the clubhouse.” Rome said as he took off his cap.

A few hours later, the SUV made a stop in the parking lot of “White Clubhouse,” and Rome got out of

the car along with Mr. Orlando and K. Then the three of them walked inside.

The place looked deserted since Mr. Orlando booked the entire area for the meet-up.

Mr. Richmond was seated at the last table in the right corner of the room.

When he and Rome’s gaze met, he stood to his feet, and he didn't sit down until Rome reached the

table and took a seat.

“Is this meeting about the warehouse fire?” Hanson nervously uttered.

“Yes and no,” Rome said, taking off his shade.

“What?”

“I need you to withdraw the project from Jeff.”

“Uh?”

Fixing his gaze on Hanson’s confused expression, Rome frowned and said, “Cancel the contract with

Jeff.”

“But… b-ut… The only reason I haven't made noise about the warehouse fire is that you recommended

Jeff to me and I thought he had your favor.” Hanson mumbled, lowering his brows.

“I favor no one in that household, but my wife.”

“So you want me to give the project to Miss Catherine?”

“No, I need you to give it to DBA INC.”

“Uh! W-ell… But… Um, you want me to give the project to DreamTeam rival company?”

As Rome watched Hanson stare at him with a mixture of confusion and anxiety in his expression,

Rome leaned back in his seat and said, “Yes.”

“I don't understand,” Hanson mumbled out loud.

“You don't have to. You just need to cancel the contract, get your compensation, and hand the project

over to DBA INC. Is that clear?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Good,”

After wearing his shade, Rome stood from the chair, and walked away, leaving Mr. Richmond staring

behind him in fear.

When they got to the car, Blaze rushed over to Rome and said, “Boss, Wreck wants to speak with you.

He found out the identity of the Barlow behind the payment.”

Taking the phone from Blaze, Rome rested it against his ear and listened. Then after a few minutes into

the call, he calmly intoned, “Thanks for the information.”

Afterward, he ended the call, he smirked, and said, “I guess another Barlow is about to visit a cell.”

“Does this mean Chloe is getting out?” Mr. Orlando asked, feeling a bit lost.

“Well, Mr. Barlow said that no one is allowed to bill her out until tomorrow. Who am I to go against the

old man's wish? We just have to wait for tomorrow.”

“That's true. So where are we heading next?”

“Take me to my wife. I miss her already.”