A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 21

The bathroom door opened and Rome walked into the room.

His lips curved into a soft smile as he stared at Catherine's sleeping face. Then he walked over to the

closet, took out his clothes, and got dressed.

As he was about to wear his shoes, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. So he grabbed it, sat on the

edge of the bed, and answered the call.

“Good morning, boss. What is it?” Rome asked, eyeing Catherine for a moment.

“Good morning, young master. We have been watching the team members for weeks, and we have

discovered three traitors, and they are responsible for purchasing the raw material for the winery.” Mr.

Orlando's voice flowed into his ear.

“Really? Go on.”

“We discovered that they have been pre-ordering cheaper materials with third-rate quality from the

Whitewater Construction store, instead, of the first class materials your wife requested.”

“I'm on my way.”

After ending the call, Rome stared down at Catherine, and her eyelids slowly raised.

Then she sleepily stared at him and mumbled, “Where are you going this early?”

“I got to get to the constitution site. My boss needs me at work.” Rome said, gently pushing her hair

behind her ear.

“Umm… Okay, take care.” Catherine mumbled, slowly shutting her eyes.

Smiling faintly, Rome leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. Then he stood from the bed and

left the room.

“Where are you going so early, loser?” Charles asked, when he saw Rome walking from the opposite

direction.

When Rome didn't say a word, Charles waited for him to come closer. Then he hit him in the shoulder.

But Rome ignored his cousin-in-law and walked past him with only one answer on his mind, ‘I'm NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

heading out to ruin your plans.’

After the uber stopped at the old railway on lane street, Rome got out of the car and paid the driver.

Then he waited for the vehicle to drive off before he walked over to the Bugatti La Voiture Noire and got

in.

“Where to, young master?” Mr. Orlando said, gazing at Rome through the V-mirror.

“We have a meeting with the CEO of the Whitewater Construction store,” Rome said, relaxing back on

the seat.

It took a forty minutes drive. Then Mr. Orlando finally drove the car in the parking lot of the Whitewater

INC.

Afterward, he gazed behind and said, “We are here, young master.”

For a moment, Rome gazed at the blue skyscraper. Then he picked up the black cap on the car seat

and wore it.

After that, he grabbed a dark shade and put it on his face before wearing a knee-length jacket.

“Let's go,” Rome said, pushing the car door open.

When he and Mr. Orlando had got down from the car, they walked into the building and headed straight

for the front desk in the lobby.

“Hello, what can I do for you?” The receptionist asked with her focus on the computer screen.

“Tell Jerome that I'm here to see him.” Mr. Orlando said, gazing at her.

Swaying her focus away from the keyboard, she lifted her head and met his eyes. Then her expression

quickly softened.

“Yes, sir.” She hastily said, grabbing the telephone.

After talking on the phone for a few minutes, she drew it away from her ear, and said, “My boss is

expecting you guys. Please proceed to the sixth floor.”

“Thanks,” Mr. Orlando said, faintly smiling at her.

Then he and Rome walked away and headed into the elevator.

A few minutes later, Mr. Orlando and Rome entered an oval-shaped office.

“Mr. Orlando, it's great to see you again. How may I be of service to Mr. Ford.” Jerome said, smiling

happily.

Ignoring him for a second, Mr. Orlando escorted Rome to a chair and waited for him to sit down before

focusing back on Jerome.

“My master doesn't need you, but his son does.” Mr. Orlando said with a calm expression.

“I have been hearing rumors within the inner circle that Mr. Ford lost son has returned. I can't believe

it's true.” Jerome said, beaming with excitement.

Then his gaze swayed towards Rome, and a look of confusion swept across his face.

“You can take off the disguise. I have heard that you don't want people to know who you are. But I

swear to keep your identity as a secret.” Jerome said with a trace of curiosity in his eyes.

“I know the people that I trust with my Identity, and you are not one of them,” Rome said in annoyance.

“I owe your father a billion dollars in debt, so trust me when I tell you that my lips are sealed.”

“Fine.”

Feeling a bit hesitant, Rome took off the glasses, then the cap and Jerome's face went blank. Then he

sluggishly leaned back in his seat and mumbled, “Y-ou a-re…. You are!”

“The Barlow family’s useless son-in-law? I know.” Rome sarcastically said.

“But no one knows how rich your father is or the limits to his power. He got this entire country in the

palm of his hands! H-ow could you… How could you be worthless!”

“Well, that's a story I don't have time to tell. Not a single word about who I am should escape from this

room or my father might end up collecting his debt sooner than you expected.”

“I understand.”

After pausing for a moment, Jerome glanced at Mr. Orlando, then stared at Rome, and asked, “So what

do you need me for?”

“The material my wife's employees are purchasing from your store isn't the quality she requested,”

Rome said with a hint of anger in his tone.

“Someone is trying to sabotage Mrs. Ford?”

“Yes. What I need from you is to replace their purchases with your most expensive quality of materials

without letting them know. I will pay whatever amount is needed.”

“So what I'm hearing is that you need my workers to give them first-class materials even though they

are purchasing third-class, and they shouldn't be in the know about it.”

“Correct.”

“Okay. I understand, and consider it done. Just send me the details about the purchasers, and I will

alert my workers on your orders.”

A few minutes later, Mr. Orlando and Rome were back in the car, and he took out the cap, then the

shade.

“What now, young master?” Mr. Orlando asked, staring at the V-mirror.

“We watch and wait for Charles’ next move,” Rome said, smiling slyly.

“Where to next?”

“Take me to my father. It's been a while since I shared breakfast with him.”