A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 90

On Monday morning, the first light of dawn met Rome already dressed.

After he had put his phone into his coat pocket, he walked over to Catherine and kissed her on her

forehead before leaving the room.

When Rome arrived in the hallway, he met Jeff, leaning against the wall.

However, Rome walked past him. But he rushed after Rome and violently grabbed onto his arm.

It took only one look from Rome to make Jeff let go of his hand.

Then he frowned at Rome and said, “I saw how you treated uncle Elijah yesterday. You are in on what

Catherine is doing, right?”

Without replying, Rome narrowed his eyes at him and then walked away.

“I know who's going to have the last laugh, and it's not going to be you two.” Jeff said as he watched

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After arriving at his and Mr. Orlando's normal meet-up spot, Rome paid the driver and got out of the

cab.

Then he walked over to the White jeep and got into the backseat.

“Your face looks better, boss.” K mumbled as he stared back at Rome.

“What did you tell, miss, when you got home on Saturday?” Mr. Orlando asked out of curiosity.

“She assumed something different, and I just flowed along with it. Now can you drive to the casino? I

have a meeting with Davis in a few minutes from now.” Rome said with a deadpan expression.

Keeping silent, Mr. Orlando quickly started the car and drove off.

A while later, the jeep came to a stop, and once Mr. Orlando had turned the engine off, Rome stepped

down from the vehicle.

Then he saw Blaze, Scar, and Brook awaiting him in front of the building.

The nervous look on their faces made Rome frowned, and the moment he reached them, he asked,

“What's wrong?”

“You should come and see for yourself?” Scar mumbled.

Although he didn't appreciate the suspend, Rome followed them inside, and when they arrived upstairs,

in the private room, Rome's eyes widened.

Then he sighed and asked, “What do you think you are doing?”

“You broke your promise on Saturday, so I'm here to make you make it up to me.” Mr. Ford said with an

unbothered expression.

Trying his hardest to look mad even though he wanted to laugh, Rome gazed back at K, Scar, Brook,

and Blaze and mumbled, “Which one of you told him that I was going to be here this morning?”

“None of them knew that I was coming. Those four are loyal to you. But I have my ways to get my

informations. Now come sit down.” Mr. Ford casually said as he dished a spoonful of soup in a white

bowl.

Realizing that he had no other option, Rome walked over to his father and sat down on the couch.

'What is he up to?' Rome thought, staring intensely at Mr. Ford.

Then he gazing down at the bowl as his father placed it on the table, in front of him.

At that moment, the sound of a gentle knock echoed into the room, and Brook opened the door.

Then he stared at a built fellow and asked, “What is it, Tio?”

“A guy named Davis is here to see, boss,” Tio mumbled.

At that moment, his eyes caught a glimpse of Mr. Ford and Rome.

Immediately, Tio slightly bowed and shouted, “Good morning, big boss and boss!”

“Let him in,” Mr. Ford said, placing some shrimps on a plate before setting it down in front of Rome.

Standing up straight, Tio humbly said, “Yes, big boss.”

Then he rushed back downstairs, and Brook shut the door.

A frown crossed Mr. Ford’s face when he noticed that Rome was simply staring at him, and he hadn't

touched his food.

“The soup will get cold if you don't eat faster.” Mr. Ford mumbled as he reached for the rice bowl.

But Rome gently grabbed his wrist and said, “I should be the one serving you.”

“If your mother was here, she would be doing this. Since she's not, I will. I don't want to feel ashamed

when I meet her again because I didn't take care of you.” Mr. Ford pitifully said.

With a touch of sadness in his eyes, Rome slowly let go of his father's hand and calmly intoned, “Stop

talking like you are on your deathbed. It's annoying.”

At that moment, the door opened, and Mr. Davis walked inside. Then he froze as he stared at Mr. Ford

with fear in his eyes.

Ignoring him, Mr. Ford looked at Rome while he dished some rice into the bowl, set it on the table, and

said, “Go ahead and eat.”

For a moment Rome stared at his father in disbelief. Then he picked up the spoon and took a sip of the

soup.

“What's going on here?” Mr. Davis mumbled in shock.

“I'm having breakfast with my son. What does it look like?” Mr. Ford coldly said with his icy gaze fixed

on him.

“Yo-ur… so-n?”

“Yes.”

As a sense of fear took over him, Mr. Davis felt his hand trembling while he thought, ‘I called him

names, and threatened him. What grave have I dug for myself?’

After a minute had gone by without Rome saying a word to him, he felt his heartbeat increasing.

“I should leave, and give you guys some privacy.” Mr. Davis said, feeling his palms getting sweaty.

“Stay,” Rome commanded, eating a spoonful of rice.

Without any hesitation, Mr. Davis stood still, striving his best not to breathe too loud or make any

sound.

Taking his time, Rome ate in silence along with his father, and Mr. Davis had to stand there and watch

while fearing what fate both father and son had in store for him.

Then he turned his head to the left and saw K and Brook glaring at him.

In fear, he swayed his gaze to the right and noticed that Scar and Blaze were coldly staring him.

Suddenly the room felt hot, and Mr. Davis found himself desperately wishing that the ground would

open and swallow him whole.

Finally, Rome felt full, and he laid his spoon down. Then he deeply inhaled and mumbled, “This was a

good breakfast.”

“Right? I hired chef Weyerhaeuser to cook them.” Mr. Ford said, resting his spoon on the plate.

With his mouth slightly opened, Mr. Davis stared wide-eyed at Mr. Ford and thought, ‘He hired such a

five-star chef just to make breakfast for his son? He's this willing to spoil his child, and I dare to call him

names! I'm screwed!’

With his gaze on his father, Rome grinned. Then he turned to Mr. Davis and that smile immediately

faded, leaving him with a cold expression.

“I'm sorry! I was an idiot! A fool! I'm just an ignorant loser who doesn't know his right from his wrong!

Please forgive my stupidity!” Mr. Davis blurted out as sweats dripped down his forehead.

“Ok-ay...” Rome mumbled without care.

Then he took out his phone, and when Mr. Davis saw it, he felt a sense of desperation and relief at the

same time.

“You are not getting the photos today.” Rome casually said, lying back on the couch.