A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Sixty-Four

Anger spiked in Rome's eyes as he gazed at Big Daddy cutting his steak and then ate the meat off the

blade.

Then he focused solely on the knife in his hand for a second before looking back at Big Daddy and

saying, "How about option three, get your ass off that chair, obediently follow me out of here, and

register yourself at a police station."

Fixing his gaze on Rome's cold eyes, Big Daddy mockingly asked, “What if I refused, what are you

going to do about it? Allow that poor little girl to get a bullet to her head along with her mother and

grandmother?"

“No. I'm going to make you regret being an idiot for refusing such a great deal,” Rome coldly said,

looking at the blade in his hand.

“Ahah-ahah! One wrong move from you and it's bye-bye to little Jennifer, mama, and grandma. Now

walk away, boy, and I promise that they won't get hurt.”

“Okay.”

Without uttering another word, Rome got up from his seat, and when he noticed that Big Daddy had

focused back on his steak, he picked up a plate, threw it at him, and shouted, "Heads up!"

After raising his gaze, before Big Daddy could think about dodging, the plate slammed into his

forehead, causing him to shut his eyelids for a moment as blood rolled down his eyelashes.

The moment he felt his wrist in Rome's grip, Big Daddy force his eyes open and locked eyes with

Rome.

Smiling stiffly at him, Rome viciously banged his hand against the edge of the table, knocking the knife

out of his grip.

“Wh-at is hap-pen-ing…” Big Daddy shouted in pain as he stared at his hand before meeting Rome's

blazing eyes.

Without saying a word, Rome forcefully kicked the chair, knocking it down along with Big Daddy.

Looking up at Rome, he struggled to stand to his feet as he mumbled, "Are you ready going to let a kid

die!"

Keeping silent, Rome collared him by his shirt, yanked him to his feet, and banged his back against the

edge of the table.

"Do you want to know the truth?" Rome coldly uttered, leaning towards Big Daddy's ear. "I have the

advantage here. Joe was quite useful with information, and Jennifer is just fine with her mother and

grandmother. I can not say the same about your men though."

Realizing what those words meant, Big Daddy suddenly grabbed Rome's wrists and then smashed his

head into Rome's forehead.

Then he slapped Rome's hands off his shirt and tried to run for the door. But Rome caught him by the

back of his shirt and yanked him backward, smashing him against the table.

Letting out a loud groan from the pain, Big Daddy tried to break free but Rome tightened his grips on

his shirt, dragged him to the wall, and crushed him into it.

"You should have kept your existence hidden from me and not crossed me!" Rome firmly said,

smacking Big Daddy's hand down before striking him in the right cheek.

Anger spiked in Big Daddy's eyes, and he suddenly reached for Rome's neck, wrapping his fingers

around it and striving to strangle him.

Feeling a bit drowsy, Rome let go of Big Daddy's shirt and elbowed him in the face, leaving a deep cut

on his nose.

The pain tore through Big Daddy's head, but he suppressed it and slammed his fist into Rome's jaw,

bruising his gum.

As the taste of blood settled on his tongue, Rome grabbed both sides of Big Daddy's face and

slammed his head into the wall.

Immediately, he dropped to the ground, losing his vision for a moment as he cried out the pain.

Spitting out the blood in his mouth, Rome was about to strike again when his phone started vibrating in

his pocket.

At that moment, Mr. Ford and his men walked into the dining room, and when he saw Rome's bruised

up face, his eyes darkened.

After pulling his phone out of his pocket, Rome looked at Edward's name blinking on his screen. Then

he gaze at Mr. Ford and said, "He's all yours. I got to take this call."

The coldness in Mr. Ford's gaze intensified as he looked down at Big Daddy on the floor, and then

stared at Rome, walking out of the dining room.

After arriving outside, Rome answered the call and silently listened as Edward's voice echoed into his

ear, "Catherine just gave my brothers and her cousins access back into dreamTeam."

"What? How?" Rome asked, feeling a sense of rage.

"She came over here for dinner, and they guilt her into allowing them back into the company."

"Wait! She was at the mansion?!"

"Yes. Please talk some sense into her. We can not allow her to get mixed up with the wolves again!"

Clutching his fist, Rome frowned and mumbled, "Thank you for informing me."

Frowning at the time on her phone screen, Catherine took a deep breath and laid her phone back on

the bed, shutting her eyelids shut.

Then the sound of the bedroom door opening drew her attention, and she turned her head to the left,

gazing at Rome entering the room.

When their eyes locked, Catherine frowned at the cut on his lips and nose. Then she clenched her

jaws, suppressing her emotions.

"How was work at the office? Did you get them done?" Rome calmly asked, pulling his coat off his

shoulder.

"It was a bit hectic. But yes, I got things done." Catherine said without looking away from his eyes. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Not uttering another word to her, Rome took off his coat, tossed it on the couch, and headed into the

bathroom, knowing that he needed to cool off.

For a moment, Catherine sat in silence, slowly losing her grip on her emotions. Then she woke from

the bed and went into the bathroom.

After she stopped in her tracks, she stared at the transparent shower glass, and firmly said, "Are you

going to tell me what happened to your face?"

When Rome didn't answer, Catherine tightened her fist and shouted, "Did you hear me!"

"I know that you didn't stay late at the company. Instead, you went to have dinner at your family house!

You lied to me!" Rome said, looking at her. "When did you start keeping things from me?!"

It fell silent between them, and Catherine felt her heart sink when she noticed the look of anger on

Rome's face.

Then a frown suddenly crossed her forehead, and she ran her fingers through her hair as she sniffed

and shouted, “Don't blame me! I learned it from you!”

Not waiting for a response from Rome, she stomped out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind

her.

A couple of minutes later, Rome walked out of the bathroom, gazed at Catherine seated on the bed,

and said, "What do you mean by you learned it from me?"

"Are you still going to keep pretending like you didn't lie to me about going to a meeting with your

father!" Catherine asked, scowling at him.

When Rome didn't answer, Catherine grabbed her phone from the sheet, went into her inbox, and

firmly said, "What kind of business meeting happen in a sketchy-looking warehouse?!"

"What?!" Rome mumbled in shock, looking at her phone.

Then he walked over to her, took it out of her hands, and stared at the photos in her inbox.

Suddenly a frown crossed Rome's face. Then he looked Catherine in her eyes and asked, "Who sent

you these pictures?"