A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 4

“My father is not a liar. So you can keep your money,” Rome replied, hiding his anger behind his calm

eyes.

A long sigh came from Catherine's lip as she crossed her arms, shrugged her shoulders, and looked

the other way.

As his hand tightened around his bag ropes, Rome subconsciously gazed around the room. Then a

baby photo of Catherine caught his eyes. Then he faintly giggled and said, “cute.”

His comment drew her attention to where he was looking. She looked at the photo for a brief while

before staring at Rome, then Cathrine furrowed her eyebrows and rolled her eyes at him.

“We may get married. However, I don’t see you as my husband. You can sleep in my room, but not on

my bed. Put your belongings in the left closet since I have no use for that space. Also, if you can’t help

me, then do not meddle in my business.” Catherine harshly said.

However, Rome made no reply since her remark annoyed him. Instead, he walked past her,

approached the left closet, and opened it. Then he tossed his bag in the corner and slammed the door

shut.

“Father, this is insane. Catherine is my only child! You can not expect me to marry her to tha-that

nobody!” Catherine's father said with humbleness in his voice.

In a fate of rage, Mr. Barlow slammed his palms against the desk and shouted, “You ungrateful, son!

Do you want your grandfather to become a liar? His direct words were ‘my last granddaughter will be

married to the grandson of Mr. Miller."

"But..."

"Cathrine is my youngest grandchild. Therefore it is only right that she fulfilled her great-grandfather's

promise!”

The room grew silent. Then Mr. Barlow rested back in his seat and slightly waved his hand, gesturing to

his son to leave the room.

“What did father say?” Cathrine's mother cried out to her husband when he came out of the study.

“There’s nothing we can do. Our daughter is going to marry a sore loser.” Catherine's father mumbled

beneath his breath. Then he hung his head and walked away, dragging his feet.

In the east wing of the Balow mansion, the four cousins, Charles, Richard, Jeff, and Chloe, had

gathered in their meeting room, which was an old fashion chamber that no one uses in the house.

“Hahaha, this is great! I thought we would have to lift a finger to get Catherine removed from the

heritage list. But it seems like fate has done it for us!” Jeff said before sipping his wine.

“He looks like a servant! Did you see his clothes? How dare him have the guts to be a son-in-law when

he looked like that!” Charles angrily said, clutching onto his wine glass with burning rage in his eyes.

Chloe rolled her eyes at her cousins and slyly intoned, “Let's make him one then.”

“What?” Richard asked in confusion.

With a devious smile on Chloe's lips, she stood from her seat, and as her fingertip traced around the

glass, she shyly smiled and said, “Let's make him our personal slave.”

It took less than a second for Charles, Richard, Jeff to burst into a pearl of evil laughter.

“You should remind me not to mess with you in the future,” Richard said, making a toast to Chloe

before drinking his wine.

However, he excitement only lasted for a moment, and then silence befell the room.

“Since it's your idea, Chloe, why don't you start, and we will follow your lead.” Charles cunning said,

knowing that the was a thirst for power in the mansion and the slightest deal you make with anyone

could be a trap.

“Coward,” Chloe mumbled beneath her breath.

Then she sat down her wine glass on the table and loudly said, “Fine. I will show you, ladies, how to

get the job done.”

Charles and the others were not happy about the name Chloe called them. But they maintained a

bright smile on their faces.

Rome had just finished arranging the things from his backpack into the closet when Catherine’s room

door suddenly flew opened.

He then took a deep breath before turning around to face Chloe as she gave him a dirty look. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I need you to wash my clothes,” Chloe demanded with a mocking smile on her face.

Rome wanted to refuse. But at that moment, Catherine walked out of the bathroom and asked, What's

going on here?”

“I am just trying to be generous by making your husband useful. We all heard what grandma said, and

it will be a shame if he is worthless to this household. That's why I asked him to wash for me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

As a sigh escaped her lips, Catherine coldly stared at Rome and said, “Do as she says.”

For a moment, Rome stood still, clenching his fist as he stared at both of them. Then he inhaled deeply

and exhaled slowly.

“Fine. Where's your clothes?” Rome mumbled, holding in his anger.

“Follow me!” Chloe said, smirking at him.

She walked out of the room, and Rome eyed Catherine for a second before following her cousin.

When they got to Chloe's room, she headed inside while Rome waited for her out the door.

A few seconds later, she came out with a basket, and when Rome reached to take it out of her hands,

she dropped the basket on the floor.

“Oop! Are you going to pick them up?” Chloe mockingly said.

Rome gazed down at her bra and underwear scattered on the floor. Then he glared at her, bent down,

and started putting them back into the basket.

“Wow, Chloe! You are amazing.” Charles said as he, Richard, and Jeff approached Chloe and Rome.

“What? I am just teaching our useless brother-in-law how to be useful.” Chloe said with a hint of

arrogance in her tone.

“Haha, true. Our dear brother-in-law can use a lesson or two from us. How about after you finish here,

you can go wash my car.” Richard intoned.

“Yeah, and afterward, you can polish my shoes,” Jeff said with a smirk.

Although Rome said nothing, his blood was boiling with rage and thirst for revenge.