A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Fourty-One

Sitting in the silence with a glass of whiskey in his hand, Mr. Ford frowned each time he wondered

about what was happening in the conference room.

But then again, he knew he couldn't go there because he wanted to give Rome the chance to stand on

his own two feet.

After taking the third sip of his drink, the office door suddenly flew open, and Chairman Herman walked

in with twelve men behind him.

When his gaze rested on Mr. Ford, the anger in his eyes died down for a second and he stopped in his

tracks.

"Herman, don't you think you should know better with your current age!" Mr. Ford calmly uttered, and

yet, his expression was cold.

"I have no fuss with you, Ford. It's your son that I'm here to see!" Herman stated, feeling his anger

awakening again.

"You have a fuss with my boy?"

"We both know the answer to that question, Ford. So let's not beat around the bush here!"

"You are the one waffling, Herman, because you should know that if you have an issue with my son,

you have a problem with me. So why exclude me from the equation!"

Holding back his tongue, Herman's eyebrows scrunched together and his lips tightened as he glared at

Mr. Ford.

Then he shoved his hands into his pocket and said, "You know what your son did to my boy, right?"

"Judging from what Earl have done to others children, I think a coma is a merciful punishment for him,

don't you agree?" Mr. Ford casually said before taking a sip of his drink.

It got quiet as Chairman Herman gave him a hostile glare. Then he frowned and said, "What my son

did or didn't do to others has nothing to do with your son, and even if Earl have hurt others, I'm damn

sure that it's not your son's place to teach him a lesson!"

As Mr. Ford's face contorted with rage, he banged the bottom of his glass against the desk and stood

to his feet, fixing his icy gaze on Chairman Herman.

"You have some nerve walking into my son's office with your cockroaches and arrogantly stand before

me to spit out rubbish." Mr. Ford firmly uttered.

Then a bitter, faint laugh escape his lip as his anger spiked and his heartbeat increase, and he harshly

said, "Your son laid a hand on my daughter-in-law! Something my son has never done to his wife, and

you think Rome did not have the right to beat the crap out of him!"

When Chairman Herman didn't respond, Mr. Ford coldly smirked and uttered, "You know that Rome

have shown your son way more mercy than I would have, right?"

With a touch of fear in his eyes, Herman nervously laughed and said, "Come on, Ford. We are old and

shouldn't be meddling in children's play."

Frowning at the men standing behind Chairman Herman, Mr. Ford narrowed his eyes and said,

"Judging from your cockroaches, I think those words are meant for you and not me."

Keeping his fists clenched by his sides, Chairman Herman rolled his shoulders back, glaring at Mr.

Ford, and said, "Can you tell Rome to drop the charges against my son, so that I can get him better

medical help?!"

"No! He did the crime, and now he has to stay and do the time. Mercy hospital is an incredible facility,

and all the help Earl needs is there." Mr. Ford straightforwardly stated.

Then when Chairman Herman scowled at him, his eyes hardened as he said, "Rome has been way too

generous with Earl, and I will advise you to keep it that way. As you said, we are old. Us meddling in

children's play will make the matter way too serious."

Annoyed by those words, Herman scowled and said, "Ford, you need to understand that even a

tortoise is willing to run a race with a hare if it gets humiliated! Your son put Earl in a coma an…"

"Point of correction, he beat up Earl. Your son going into a coma was someone else fault." Mr. Ford

stated.

"What!"

"Apparently, your son shook hands with the wrong person, and he got burned for it! I will advise you to

focus on finding who that person is instead of trying to harass my son."

Watching the look of concern settled on Chairman Herman's face, Mr. Ford remained quiet as he

thought, 'With you unintentionally helping us find out who this person is, we have a strong chance of

succeeding at revealing their identity.'

Without uttering another word, Chairman Herman glared at Mr. Ford for a while. Then he turned to

leave, and in that instant, Rome walked into the room.

Then he stopped when Chairman Herman glowered at him before leaving the office with his men.

"What did you say to him?" Rome asked, blankly staring at Mr. Ford as he picked up his glass of wine

and took a sip of it.

"We simply had a chat." Mr. Ford slyly said.

Then he rested his glass on the desk and asked, "How was your meeting?"

"I handle it, and now, all I have to do is go to Archenland to take care of things there too," Rome

mumbled, feeling a bit relieved that he didn't have to talk with Chairman Herman.

At five on the dot, Catherine's phone suddenly disturb the silence in her office, and she picked it up,

answering the call immediately.

"I'm leaving the office now and heading to the airport." Rome's voice echoed into her ear.

"Okay, be safe," Catherine said, feeling a bit sad.

"When are you leaving work?"

"Six,"

"Okay, Scar and the others will be there to pick you up."

Frowning slightly, Catherine dropped her pen on the desk and hastily asked, "What do you mean by,

Scar and the other? How many men did you assign to me?"

"Bye. Love you." Rome said from the other side of the call before it ended.

Speechless from shock, Catherine stared at her phone screen and mumbled, "Seriously,"

Then she raised her eyes and stared at Chloe, gazing curiously at her.

After staring at Chloe for a couple of seconds, Catherine rested her phone back on the desk and focus

on the document in front of her.

"So, are we going to dinner or what?" Chloe impatiently asked, feeling annoyed that Catherine had not

given in to her demand yet and had been ignoring her for hours.

"Dinner is not happening," Catherine mumbled with a frown.

"Then you better get the security to drag me out of here because I'm serious about not leaving."

"Suit yourself,"

The was a brief pause. Then rage awoke in Chloe, and she lashed out, "Can you stop ignoring me!"

Sighing heavily, Catherine dropped her pen, looked up at her, and calmly said, "What are you hoping

for here, cousin. Do you want me to call securities on you to drag you out of my office so that the next

news would be about how arrogant I am, so my reputation can get stain!"

When Chloe broke eye contact with her, Catherine frowned and said, "Or do you want me to follow you

to this restaurant with the hope that you can get me to do or say something embarrassing and

humiliating that could paint me ugly in the public eyes."

After a couple of seconds passed without getting a response from Chloe, Catherine let out a soft breath

and said, "I will be an idiot if I am not aware of the kind of person you are, cousin. So when you feel

ready, you can leave my office."

'You know me so well, cousin. But I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of thinking you are right.'

Chloe thought, looking at Catherine.

Then she faked a sad expression and said, "You are wrong. I simply want us to eat together as

cousins, and I wouldn't leave until we do.'

Narrowing her eyes, Catherine slightly shook her head and focused back on her paper, stunned by how

shameless her cousin could get.

When six o'clock arrived, Catherine was already ready to leave the office when a knock on the door got

her attention.

"Come in," Catherine called out as she wore her coat.

A couple of seconds quietly went by before the door opened, and Scar walked in, frowning as his gaze

rested on Chloe.

Then he looked at Catherine and said, "I'm here to escort you home, Miss."

Without uttering a word, Catherine grabbed her bag and approached Scar, walking past Chloe as

though she was invisible.

After she and Scar left the room, reality finally hit Chloe, and she stood to her feet and rushed out of

the office.

Then she immediately froze when she saw more than twenty men escorting Catherine down the

hallway, and all she felt in that moment was raw envy.

Frowning, she pulled out her phone and texted, "I can not wait any longer. When are you going to give Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

me your next order!"

A few minutes passed, and Chloe impatiently waited. Then her phone buzzed, and a text appeared on

her screen, "Now,"