A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Eighty-One

Without opening her eyes, Catherine's hands stroked the sheets, and then she grabbed a phone before

raising her eyelids.

"Six-fifty! It's still so early?" Catherine groaned in annoyance.

Then she looked to the left and pouted at the empty sheets, bothered that Rome wasn't there.

"Did he go to work already again?" Catherine mumbled, still feeling drowsy as she sat up in bed.

Swaying her gaze back on the phone, Catherine swiped right on its screen and took a long look at its

wallpaper before mumbling, "Oh, it's Rome's. That means he is still here."

As she was about to toss the blanket off her, the bedroom door opened, and Rome walked in with a

tray.

"You are awake?" Rome mumbled, smiling as he shut the door with his foot.

"What's going on?" Catherine whispered with a wild smile.

After Rome reached the bed, he carefully set the tray on the comforter and said, "Peace offering for

how busy I have been these days."

Looking down at a mug of enriched coffee with flavored syrups, whipped cream and dusting powders, a

plate of bacon, toast, and heart shape pancakes, Catherine felt speechless as she clapped her hand

over her mouth and her eyes got watery.

"The workload has been a bit suffocating these past weeks," Rome said, tugging her hair behind her

ear as he stared into her wet eyes.

"I understand, hon," Catherine said, giving him a heartily smile. "I didn't have a problem with it then,

and I don't have a problem with it now."

"But back then, you were working, and we were leaving together so you might not have felt it. But

now…"

"You noticed?"

"Of course. You are my wife. I notice everything about you."

Although Catherine didn't speak, the way her eyes sparkled as she gazed at Rome, he didn't need to

hear a word from her to understand what she was feeling.

After picking up a toast, Rome looked at her and said, "Give it a try. I made them myself."

Without hesitating Catherine smiled and then bit into the bread, keeping her eyes on his.

As Catherine was about to take another bit, Rome's phone buzzed, and she paused, looking away from

the toast.

Then she picked up the phone, looked at the screen, and said, "It's Rick,"

"Oh," Rome said, resting the toast on the plate before taking the phone from her.

After accepting the call, he calmly uttered, "What is it, Rick?"

"Good morning, Sir! Sorry to inform you this early. I overheard Charles's conversation yesterday, and I

think you have to make your move now if you want to save DreamTeam or it's never!" Rick's voice

echoed into Rome's ear, and his expression hardened.

Then he took a long look at Catherine and said, "I got it. I'm on my way."

After Rome ended the call, he slightly squeezed the phone and mumbled, "I got to…"

"Go. I'm fine. Your dads are taking me out to a tasting party this afternoon. I do miss you, like a lot. But

my days are not boring, I promise. Your fathers are making sure of that. Also, I kind of like this break

I'm on." Catherine gaily said.

"Okay. I promise I will make it up to you soon!"

"I know you will."

With her gaze focused on the tinted windshield, Amara frowned as she gazed at the contact on her

screen. Then she sighed before dialing it.

The moment her call got answered, she paused for a second before saying, "It's been a while and

Rome hasn't taken the bait yet. Don't you think we should be coming up with another strategy?"

Then she rolled her eyes when she heard, "Whether Rome takes the bait or not, plan two will still

succeed. But I calculated it, and there's a ninety-nine percent chance that he will. So stop worrying and

continue playing your part until the time comes for plan three!"

After ending the call, Amara rested back on the seat and shut her eyes as she thought, "And then,

there's plan four. I don't think I am really for it just yet, even if Mr. Ford deserves it.'

The living room was voiceless for a couple of seconds. But when Charles walked in, Mr. Barlow jumped

to his feet and harshly said, "Two months! Two damn months and you have ruined everything that my

family and I label for!"

Stop yelling in my face, old man!" Charles coldly uttered, shoving his hand into his trouser pocket.

"You brat! You have damaged my company and used my estates as collateral for loans and you still

have the gut to put up an attitude!"

"Your company! Your properties! That's not what the deeds say! So be careful how you talk to me

before I toss you and your wife on the street!"

"Go ahead and do it! You have already been treating my wife and me poorly! So go ahead and throw

us out!"

Frowning, Charles rolled his eyes at his grandparents and said, "I'm not responsible for caring for you

two! Also, why are you acting pitifully, hasn't Edward and his wife been taking care of you and her and

feeding you guys!"

"Have you lost your senses, Charles! Where is your respect for your elders!" Edward lashed out as he

walked into the living room.

"It's in the garbage! Also, Why are you still living in my house!" Charles said, scowling at his uncle. "Are

you not working for that rich jerk! So why are you and your parents still leeching off me!"

A flash of annoyance crossed Edward's face as he lashed out, "No one is leeching off you, Charles.

The only reason I'm still enduring your arrogant attitude is that father is being stubborn about leaving

this place!"

Then he swayed his angry gaze on his brother and harshly uttered, "And I know you all will treat

mother and father badly if my wife and I leave since I am the only one who remembers who brought me

into this world!"

"No, you are the only one who has forgotten how badly those two treated each of us in the past and

decided to be a saint to them when they don't deserve it!" Elijah coldly uttered with not a single remorse

in his tone.

"If it wasn't for me, you loafers would have starved to death on the street and put this family name to

shame!" Mr. Barlow lashed out, pointing his trembling fingers at his three sons.

"Right, you did it to protect the family name, not because you give a damn about any one of us!"

William casually uttered with a deadpan expression.

"You only respected those that were beneficial to you, and those that weren't, you and your wife treated

like a piece of shit!" Anthony said, his voice shaking with anger.

With watery eyes, Madam Rosey met her son's gaze and let out a pitiful cry, "How dare you!"

"Isn't it the truth though, Grandma?" Richard calmly uttered, glaring at her. "Take Catherine for

example, you didn't give a damn about her because she wasn't of any use to you guys, and what

happened when you two found out she was married to Rome?"

When Madam Rosey and Mr. Barlow didn't respond, Charles bitterly laughed and said, "Do you

understand now! You two are worthless to us, so why should we waste our time taking care of you

guys."

When his grandfather scowled at him, he smirked and said, "If you don't like the way that I'm treating

you two, get out of my house and stop acting stubborn, old man!"

"I refuse to leave the house that my forefathers used their blood and sweat to build so you dodgers can

put it in ruins!!" Mr. Barlow harshly uttered, tightening his fists with tears in his eyes.

A yawn escaped Charles's lips as he narrowed his eyes and then said, "Your forefathers are dead, old

man. I'm the one who owns this place now. Get it into your thick skull."

Annoyed, Edward scowled at Charles and said, "What are you so prideful about! Didn't you use this

house as collateral in the loan that you took from the bank! If I was you, I will be worried about the

mess you have gotten yourself into and be trying to find solutions!"

"I have powerful connections, okay! So stop worrying about me!" Charles said, hardening his face.

"Oh, I don't give a damn about you! I'm just stating the obvious! It's been two months, and you have

been giving that excuse. But the company's growth has only been deteriorating."

"It's not an excuse! I don't have to explain myself to you, Edward! But just so you know, I have this

entire situation under control!"

Lowing his eyes to the floor, Elijah slightly smirked and thought, 'We all know that's a lie, nephew. But

it's not my worry because the money I have embezzled from DreamTeam is enough to settle me when

we lose it all.'

With a carefree expression on his face, Anthony rested back on the couch and darted his eyes away

from Charles as he thought, 'Even if the company goes bankrupt, that's not my worry because I'm

settled. So I don't care if you can save it or not!'

Meeting his son's gaze, William hesitated for a moment and then stood from his seat.

Then he walked over to Charles, stopped beside him, and gave him a side-glance before saying, "Walk © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

with me."

For a couple of seconds, Charles remained standing as his father walk away. Then he drew a breath,

turned around, and followed him.

When they reached the hallway, William stopped and so did Charles. Then he looked at his son and

said, "We both know that you don't have a powerful contact or whatever! What's your actual plan here,

son?"