A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 113

At six o'clock, Mr. Barlow's limousine drove into the yard, and just a few distances behind it was

Catherine's Sedan.

Both cars came to a stop in the garage, and Rome got down from the Sedan. Then Mr. Barlow and

Catherine got out of his limousine.

Afterward, they headed into the mansion, and Mr. Barlow went into the living room while Rome

escorted Catherine upstairs to their bedroom.

When Richard's gaze met with his grandfather's eyes, he felt his heart missed a beat as Mr. Barlow

walked directly to him, and then he stopped a step away from Richard.

"Why did you take the mug?" Mr. Barlow coldly asked in a fit of anger.

"What mug?" Richard nervously mumbled.

"Don't play stupid with me!"

"I don't know what you are talking about grandfather!"

Everyone else in the room looked confused about Mr. Barlow's words, and giving in to her curiosity,

Madam Rosey asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Catherine got drugged today, and the coffee mug that she drank from, Richard took it out of the

conference room. So now, what I want to know is, 'why!" Mr. Barlow asked, glaring at his grandson.

A frown swept across Jeff's face, realizing that his brother had messed up.

Overwhelmed with anger, Edward looked at Richard and lashed out, "Can't you guys just let my

daughter be! What has she done to have you all attacking her from every angle!"

"I didn't pay someone to drug Catherine," Richard boldly said, standing from the couch.

Sighing softly, Jeff slightly shook his head, feeling disappointed in his brother's reckless choice of

words.

"I did not say you paid someone to drug her." Mr. Barlow coldly uttered.

At this point, everyone's eyes were on him, and Richard felt pressure by all the stares, but he wasn't

willing to crack just yet.

Keeping a straight face, Richard walked past Mr. Barlow and then said, "I assumed that that is what

you were speculating."

"That was a precise assumption. Don't you think?" Mr. Barlow angrily asked, turning around to face

him.

"Look. I feel bad that Catherine got drugged. But I didn't do what you are clearly accusing me of."

"Why take the mug then!"

"It was pretty, and I liked it. So I took it."

The fact that his grandson was making a fool out of him was enraging Mr. Barlow, and yet he couldn't

do a thing because the employee that served them that morning was nowhere to be found.

Also, since his family had suffered such tragic humiliations in the past, he didn't want to get the police

involved, knowing that it would just damage their family reputation even further.

"Do not take me as a fool, Richard!" Mr. Barlow lashed out.

"I could never! What I say is the truth, grandfather. I'm not the one behind Catherine getting drugged."

Richard casually said.

Even though he acted with a carefree attitude, he was feeling tense from all the questions, and he

knew he had to get out of there, or else he would crack.

So, he ignored his grandfather's angry eyes and headed for the doorway. But as he was about to walk

out of the living room, his way was blocked by Rome.

A half-smile surface on Richard's face, and he moved his lips to speak. But his words got stuck in his

head when suddenly, Rome's fist viciously met with his right cheek, sending him a few steps back into

the living room.

With rage burning in his eyes, Rome rushed for Richard's shirt, collared him, and dragged him toward

the wall before slamming his back into the solid concrete.

"How dare you hurt my wife!" Rome roared in his face.

Everyone else looked afraid as they watched Rome pressed Richard against the wall before landing a

blow in his stomach.

"Ha...ve you lo-st yo… mind…" Richard mumbled, coughing aggressively as he tried to pushed Rome

off him.

In a fit of rage, Jeff got off the couch and approached Rome from the back. But when he was only two

steps away, Rome let go of Richard and turned around.

Then without holding back, he swung his foot at Jeff, stepping him in his stomach and causing him to

lose his balance and dropped to the floor, landing hard on his butt.

"My wife is not to be tempered with!" Rome shouted, clutching his fist.

With pride in his eyes, Edward smiled as he stared at Rome, feeling a bit glad that Catherine was

married to someone who could stand up for her.

As fear beamed in her eyes, Madam Rosey whispered to her husband, "He has finally lost his mind.

What should we do?"

"Nothing," Mr. Barlow mumbled.

"What, but…"

"He did exactly what I wanted to do to Richard."

"Honey…"

"It's time to see the truth, Rosey. There's no honest soul in this house other than our granddaughter,

Catherine."

"What do you mean?"

After picking himself off the floor, Jeff scowled at Rome and lashed out, "You will regret this!"

Staring Jeff dead in his eyes, Rome glowered and said, "The only one who will have regrets is anyone

of you who doesn't stay the hell away from my wife!"

Then he glared at Richard for a moment before storming out of the room.

"Who does he think he is to threaten us!" Anthony shouted in anger.

"Don't you think his behavior is strange?" His wife mumbled as she stared at him with worry in her

eyes.

"There is nothing strange about his behavior! He's just a mad fool who has forgotten his place in this

family!"

"But..."

Ignoring his wife, Anthony stared at his father and angrily uttered, "Did you see what your useless

grandson-in-law has done to my son and the bruises that he left on him! How do you plan to deal with

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"I will be doing nothing of such!" Mr. Barlow said, frowning at Anthony.

"This is unacceptable! He is supposed to sleep in prison!"

"So does your son. But, he's lucky that our family reputation is at stake, or else I would have tossed

him in a filthy cell, so he can pound on his wrongdoings!"

The living room fell silent after Mr. Barlow's remark. Then he took in a deep breath and said, "I have an

announcement to make at dinner. So I need everyone at the table by nine."

Afterward, Mr. Barlow walked out of the room, and even though he didn't state why he needed

everyone at dinner, they knew what he was going to say.

The bathroom door opened, and Catherine walked into the bedroom. When she saw the state Rome

was in, she walked over to the bed, sat down, and asked, "What's troubling your mind?"

"How do you feel about us moving out of here and getting a place of our own?" Rome asked, raising

his head to meet her eyes.

"What?"

"I don't want what happened today to repeat itself, and I'm worried that it might happen again."

Not knowing what to say, Catherine kept quiet, and Rome waited for a while, then when a few minutes

passed without her answering, he realized that that wasn't what she wanted.

So he sighed and mumbled, "Forget what I said."

Finally getting over her shock, a look of excitement sparkled in Catherine's eyes, but as she was about

to speak, the sound of a gentle knock echoed into the room, so she left the bed.

When Catherine opened the door, she stared at the maid and softly uttered, "What is it?"

"Your grandfather request your presence at the dining table." The maid humbly replied.

"Tell him we will be down soon."

"Okay,"

After the maid left, Catherine stared at Rome and said, "How about dinner, and then we can talk

afterward."

"Sure," Rome mumbled, waking from the bed.

A few minutes later, he and Catherine walked into the dining hall and took their seat at the table.

When Catherine saw Richard's bruised face, she looked at Rome for a moment before looking at her

grandfather.

"Now that you all are here, I want to make an announcement!" Mr. Barlow said, standing to his feet.