A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Fifty-Two

As Catherine reached for her toothbrush, she suddenly heard the bathroom door open, and she softly

smiled at her reflection in the mirror.

"Morning gorgeous," Rome seductively said as he stared at her adorably from the bathroom entrance.

Giggling faintly, Catherine looked back at him, rolled her eyes, and then mumbled, "Gorgeous? I look

like a mess."

"But, a very stunning hot mess." Rome teased, winking at her.

Even though Catherine tried to look mad, she couldn't help laughing hard. Then she slightly shook her

head and looked back at the mirror.

Walking away from the door, Rome's approached Catherine, held her from the back as both his hands

rested on her stomach, and whispered, "What's your plan for today?"

"Aahh, work. I have a bunch of meetings to attend." Catherine mumbled before brushing her teeth.

With warmth in his gaze, Rome gently rested his chin on her shoulder, staring at her reflection in the

mirror, and then said, "So can we go on a date today? It's been a while since we have done something

like that."

Although her schedule was tight for the day, Catherine smiled as her eyes lit up and mumbled,

"Mmhmm, yes. When?"

"I have to go to the casino to look at the evidence Brook and Blaze gathered, and then I have a

meeting with Mr. Jackson… You know what, give me your time, and I will make it work." Rome heartily

uttered.

Realizing that he too was running on a tight schedule, Catherine gave a faint smile and said, "How

about eight?"

"Eight sounds perfect!" Rome said, feeling relief about the time she chose.

Then he held Catherine by her waist, slowly turned her around, and took the toothbrush out of her

hand.

"Hey! I'm not done with that yet." Catherine said, gazing into his eyes.

"Oh really? Are you sure?" Rome softly uttered.

Feeling a bit excited, she lowered her gaze on his lip as Rome slowly leaned forward. Then he

suddenly claimed her mouth, kissing her gently.

'I'm going to be so late for work,' Catherine thought when Rome lifted her off the tiles, and she wrapped

her legs around his waist, holding onto his neck tightly.

Slowly running her fingers through Rome's hair as he carried her out of the bathroom, Catherine shut

her eyelids and gave in to the feeling of arousal she felt from the sound of his breath and his smell.

Within a couple of minutes, she lost track of her heartbeat, the instant she felt her body hit the bed and

his weight above her with their bare skin touching.

'A little lateness wouldn't hurt. After all, I'm the boss.' Catherine thought, clawing her fingers into the

bedsheet.

At eleven o'clock, Rome walked into the upstairs room at the casino with K and Scar behind him and

then took a seat beside his father.

"You are late." Mr. Ford calmly uttered, gazing at him.

"Am I?" Rome mumbled, staring at his watch. "Well, look at that. I'm actually late. I must have

overslept."

For a moment, Mr. Ford stared at him in disbelief. Then he faced Brook and said, "Your boss is here

now. Are you willing to talk?"

"Yes," Brook humbly replied.

Keeping his gaze fixed on Rome, he approached the table, rested a folder on it, and said, "These are This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

photos Blaze and I gathered from surveillance cameras from the street and the security cameras at

Hotel plaza. Also, there is a hard drive there with more evidence on it."

After picking up the folder, Rome opened it, and immediately, his eyes grew cold, and his face

hardened.

"Brook, who is this?" Rome asked, showing the picture to him.

"That's the guy that the hotel plaza housekeeper said paid her to let Chloe into your suite," Brook said,

taking a closer look at the guy in the photo wearing a cap and black hoodie.

"What?"

"According to her, he claimed to be an independent detective that your wife hired to ch…"

"Wait, my wife?"

"Well, he portrayed Chloe as your wife to her and said that Chloe wanted to catch you cheating right-

handed, and that's why she needed access to your room."

A heavy sigh escaped Rome's lip as he rubbed his brows and then mumbled, "So she allowed some

random woman into my room, claiming to be my wife without knowing anything about me, and even

worse, she accepted money to do it!"

"Yes. But we took care of that, and the housekeeper doesn't work for the hotel anymore. The manager

fired her." Brook hastily said when he saw anger spiked in Rome's eyes.

It fell silent for a moment. Then Rome subconsciously remembered what caught his attention the first

time he looked at the picture.

"K, who does this person remind you of?" Rome asked, swaying the picture towards him.

At first, K frowned at the photo, striving to understand what his boss meant. But after a couple of

seconds, his eyes widened, and he shouted, "The dude that walked past us the night Chloe created

that awful scene in the hotel lobby!"

"Exactly my thought. He was in the hotel that night, and my guess is he was the one who edited the

video and released it on the net!" Rome firmly said in annoyance.

"Judging from his appearance, he is just a hired man. So the big question is, who gave him the

orders?" Mr. Ford casually said, staring at the phone.

After a few seconds went by in silence, Blaze suddenly blurted out, "The vehicle!"

"What vehicle?" Rome asked, looking up at him.

"Right. He got into a black Chevrolet Camaro, spent a couple of minutes in it, and then got out!" Brook

announced, suddenly feeling like he had the puzzle pieces figured out.

Looking at Rome, he stretched out his hands towards him and asked, "May I?"

Without hesitating, Rome handed the folder to Brook, and he went through it for a second and then

said, "Ahhaa!"

Resting a photo of a black Chevrolet Camaro on the table, he smiled.

"That same car had been at the hotel around the exact time Mr. Jackson arrived at the hotel!" Brook

said, dropping a photo of Mr. Jackson, standing a few distances away from the hotel door with his gaze

on his phone.

"Whoever was in that black Chevrolet Camaro had been watching you, boss," Blaze said, staring at

Brook, placing a couple of photos on the table.

"And he's also been following you. Notice in these photos that the moment our cars drove off, the black

Chevrolet Camaro did too." Brook hastily uttered, barely able to contain his excitement.

Frowning at all the photos, Mr. Ford wondered in his head for a couple of seconds and then said,

"Whoever is in that car is our culprit."

"The only problem is, they didn't leave the car, not once, and the vehicle has tinted windows," Brook

said, suddenly, losing the sparkle in his eyes.

For a moment, Rome tapped his fingertips on the table, sinking deeper into his head as he focused on

his thoughts.

Then he suddenly stopped and said, "The puppets' master was in Archenland. And if they could go that

length to keep watch over me…"

Hesitating for a second, Rome looked at his father, scowled, and then said, "He or she is here, and way

closer than we anticipated."

Then he looked back at Brook and firmly uttered, "Run that plate and find out everything about its

owner."

"Do you think the guy who put Earl in a coma could be this fellow in the picture?" Scar asked,

withdrawing from the wall.

"That's a theory that makes sense. So, cross the image we got from the hospital with these and see if

there's a similarity." Rome said, glancing at Scar.

Afterward, he focused on his father and said, "Even though this punk is being careful, with all the

crumbs they are leaving behind, we are bound to find out something useful. I can feel it!"