A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Fifty-Six

“Knock, knock…” K called out as he stood at the room door with Mr. Orlando by his side.

For a moment, Rome blankly gazed at the wall. Then he slowly turned his head and stared at the two

of them.

After shutting the door behind him, Mr. Orlando followed K further into the room and then they both

pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down.

“How are you doing now?” K asked, still feeling concerned because, among the three of them, Rome

was the one who took the hit.

“I'm fine. It's nothing that a few painkillers can not fix. How about you two?" Rome calmly uttered.

"We are okay. The doctor cleared us."

"Good, now, back to business, since Scar and the others are busy, I want you to call 'Mike,' and tell him

that I need every tiniest bit of information on the truck driver."

Hesitating for a moment, K took a long look at Rome and then asked, "Do you think that the puppets'

master behind the accident?"

"No. We talked today, and he seemed to have this whole plan that he wants to execute to take me

down, so I don't think this is his work." Rome uttered without a doubt in his mind.

"But then, who would want to kill you?"

"How about you stop asking questions that I can't possibly answer, call Mike, and then we can find

things out together, okay!?"

Without wasting a second, K pulled out his phone from his pocket and said, "Yes, boss! I will do it right

now!"

At sharp eleven on the dot, the truck driver took his gaze off the wall clock when he heard the room

door open.

Then he remained still on the hospital bed, staring at the doorway with fear in his every gaze as he

watched Rome, K, Mr. Orlando, and a few men in black suits entering the room.

'They have multiplied. I'm fuck!' He anxiously thought. 'Calm down, Ricky! He's Rome Ford! There's no

way he will kill me. But that other fool will within a heartbeat!'

After the last guy slammed the door shut, Ricky felt his heart miss its rhythm, and he hastily said with a

friendly smile, "How did you guys check up when? Is everything okay? They didn't find out anything

wrong with you guys' bodies, right?"

"Well, my spine still feels like someone hit a baseball bat into it. But that's not what we are here to talk

about, Ricky." Rome calmly uttered, dragging a chair toward the hospital bed.

Then he stopped, turned the chair around, placed his legs on both sides of the chair, and sat down,

using the back of the chair as an armrest.

Placing his chin on his fist, Rome smiled stiffly at the driver, seeing the look of confusion on his face,

and said, "Now, Ricky, are you wondering how I figured out your name?"

When Ricky didn't answer, Rome's expression remained the same, and he continued, "I'm extremely

good at finding out what I want to know and trust me, I go to great, or bad lengths to get it. So how

about we don't waste each other's time and tell me the truth, hmm?"

Dressing back on the bed as his eyes darted from left to right, Ricky swallowed hard and mumbled, "I

rea-lly di-d me-an to hit you gu-ys?"

"Is that right, Ricky Perry?" Rome coldly uttered, losing his smirk. "You see the problem is I don't

believe you because every car stopped, and you did for a minute but sped off toward us the moment

you saw our car! So, should we start this over?"

When Ricky didn't answer, Rome's eyes darkened as he coldly uttered, "How's little Jennifer Perry

doing? Is she performing well in 'Shining star institution?"

"You don't understand?" Ricky shouted as raw fear spiked in his eyes when he heard his daughter's

name.

"Make me understand then!" Rome casually uttered, keeping his gaze on Ricky's nervous eyes.

"He will kill me!"

"Who will?"

Silent fell between them as a look of hesitation clouded Ricky's expression.

Swaying his gaze to K, Rome hardened his face and said, "Where does Mr. Perry live again with little

Jennifer, Mrs. Susan Perry, and his mother, Lola?"

"Rio street, house number forty. It's three hours drive from here and one hour drive from the Livelihood

clinic where Mrs. Perry works at." K hastily said.

Thank you." Rome said, looking back at Ricky. "My mind can get quite forgetful sometimes. And it can

forget about the accident and you right now if you come clean and don't push my button because I am

already pissed."

"It was the boss of XS club, Big Daddy! He said that you owe him your life for shutting down his club!"

Ricky cried out with tears in his eyes.

Keeping silent, Rome looked at K and Mr. Orlando. Then he stood from the chair and walked away.

When he reached the door, he looked back and said, "You are paying for the repair of my car. After all,

the money you got is mine since it was payment for my death!"

Then he looked at K and said, "Get Jennifer, Susan, and Miss Lola out of that house…"

"Don't hurt my family! What I said is really the truth! Big Daddy wants you dead! Please, if you want,

hurt me instead! I was the one who accepted the money and did the job! My family is innocent!" Ricky

shouted with tears running down his face.

Looking back at Ricky, crying his eyes out, Rome frowned and said, "I'm a lot of things, but a murderer

is not one of them!"

After Ricky stopped crying and met his gaze, Rome rolled his eyes, looked back at K, and said, "As I

was saying, get them out of the house and take them somewhere safe."

"Mr. Ford is actually a saint!" Ricky suddenly cried, sniffing heavily.

Glancing at Ricky with a stiff expression, Rome coldly uttered, "A saint is also not on the list."

Then he looked at his men and said, "Luke, make sure his ass is in a police cell tonight!"

"Yes, boss!" Luke said, glaring at Rick.

A few moments after Rome had left the room with K and Mr. Orlando, leaving Ricky in Luke's care,

Rome sighed and said, "Ricky being in police custody will be safer for him. Whoever this so-called 'Big

Daddy' is, he seems like someone who keeps his word."

"What are we going to do about him?" K asked, looking at Rome. "I mean, big Daddy," Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Clean him off the street since he seems like a nuisance to society." Rome coldly said. "But not tonight.

I have to get to my wife before she tosses my things out of the house or worse."

Then a look of stress clouded his face as he looked at K and nervously asked, "I should carry a peace

offering, right?... Right! I should!"

'And this is why we all fear ma'am more than you.' K thought, smiling faintly.