A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 103

Early Monday morning, the Barlow mansion was peaceful, and Mr. Barlow was seated in the living

room waiting for the maids to get done with breakfast.

A few seconds when by in silence. Then Mr. Barlow's phone began to buzzed and he picked it off the

couch.

Realizing that it was one of Charles’ clients, Mr. Barlow answered the call. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Before he could have the chance to speak, an angry male voice echoed into his ear, “I want to cancel

my contract with your grandson!”

“Wait, What! Why?” Mr. Barlow asked, sitting up straight.

“Your grandson has no moral!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Haven't you seen the news! Anyways, I want my contract terminated!”

Without replying, Mr. Barlow ended the call. Then he scrolled through his news feed, and his anger

spiked immediately.

“Where is Charles!” Mr. Barlow screamed, hastily standing to his feet.

The sound of Rome's ringtone made him open his eyes, although he had been awake for a while.

When he got a hold of his phone, he answered the call, and said, “Morning, Dad.”

“Checked the news. I kept my word.” Mr. Ford said from the other end of the line.

“Uh?”

“Just check your newsletter and thank me later.”

After his father ended the call, Rome took a moment to fully awaken before going through his phone.

At first, he looked please by the news that DBA INC. was suddenly losing clients fast than a tree in

autumn, and shareholders were marketing their shares at an extremely low price.

However, when he saw the second news headline, Rome couldn't hold back his desire to smile.

“What are you excited about?” Catherine asked, as she dizzily stared at him grinning

“Umm, I just have a good feeling that this week is going to be pleasant,” Rome said, feeling a sense of

relief.

With a hint of fear mixed with confusion in his expression, Charles walked into the living room, and the

cold stare his grandfather gave him wasn't helping his anxiety.

At that moment, Madam Rosey came into the living room, and when she read the atmosphere between

Mr. Barlow and his grandson, she couldn't help asking, “Honey, what's the matter?”

However, in that instant, Anthony walked into the room with his wife alongside him, and seeing the

anger in his father's eyes, he gazed at his mother and asked, “Is there a problem?”

With a frown plastered on her face, Madam Rosey mumbled, “That's what I'm want to find ou…”

Pausing, Madam Rosey watched as William walked into the room, and a few distances behind him was

his wife.

When William saw how stress his son looked, he asked, “Is something wrong?”

“I don't know,” Charles mumbled, staring at his grandfather.

A few seconds later, Jeff walked into the room with Richard following closely beside him.

When Jeff and Charles's eyes met, he burst into a mythless laugh and then cunningly said, “I didn't

know you dig married women.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Charles asked in annoyance.

Finally getting a grip on his anger, Mr. Barlow scowled and lashed out, “Whose wife are you in a

relationship with!”

“What?” Charles mumbled with a frown.

“Don't play stupid with me. There's a whole article on how you are involve with a married client, and

how because of you, her marriage is now ruined and her husband had a heart attack after finding out

the truth!”

“What!”

Trying not to burst into another laugh, Jeff said, “It's even said that he is in a critical condition and is

fighting for his dear life!”

“Uh?” Charles mumbled, striving to get over his shock.

At this point, he was struggling to figure which one of his girlfriends could the media be talking about.

Then he realized that all the other girls he was in a relationship with were not his client of his except…

“Estelle!” Charles shouted, clutching his fists.

Furrowing her brow, Madam Rosey glared at her grandson and asked, “Lady Estelle is married?”

With his gaze focused on the floor, Charles mumbled, “I don't know. But she is the only one who…”

“You fool! Do you know what your reckless act have caused us!” Mr. Barlow shouted in a fit of rage.

“Grandfather, I swear to you that I didn't know that she was married.”

“Does that change the fact that every single one of your client's ones to cancel their contracts with

you!”

“What! But…”

Resting his forehead against his palm, Mr. Barlow sighed and firmly uttered, “I said that I wanted all

things positive from you three! Didn't you understand those words!”

A sense of fear coursed through William when he realized where the conversation was heading.

In an effort to ease the tension in the room, he pleadingly gazed at Mr. Barlow and said, “Father, I know

that this looks bad…”

“It's doesn't looks, it is bad!” Mr. Barlow shouted, throwing his hand in the air.

“I understand. But this can't be Charles's fault since he didn't know that Estelle was married.”

“So who's a fault it is!”

“No. It's Estelle. That's why we are going to use the information that Charles didn't know she was

married to our advantage and inform the media today since the news is still fresh.”

A was a brief moment of silence. Then Mr. Barlow sighed and said, “That's not a terrible idea. I will get

Ella on the line and tell her to schedule a conference with the press.”

“Thank you, grandfather,” Charles mumbled, feeling his rapid heartbeat slowly decreasing.

“Don't thank me just yet because if this goes south, you are on your own!”

“Grandpa.”

Ignoring his grandson, Mr. Barlow when through his call log for a minute, and then he called his

secretary number.

When Ella answered, Mr. Barlow, said, “I need you to schedule a press conference for five o'clock

today.”

“Okay, Boss,” Ella’s voice echoed into his ears before he could end the call.

A few minutes went by in awkward silence. Then Mr. Barlow got a message from Ella.

For a moment, he stared at the screen, and afterward, he gazed at his grandson and said, “All big

media platforms are going to be there, so make your story convincing, so the public can take pity on

you, or else everything will blow up in our faces.”

Nodding slightly, Charles moved his lips to speak. But then he froze when the maid walked in with a

built fellow beside her and multiple men in black suits following behind him.

“Mr. Stony?” Mr. Barlow mumbled out loud with a look of confusion in his eyes.