A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Twenty-Three

After Rome's call with Scar ended, he tossed his phone on the seat, rested back, and covered his face

with his palm, sighing out his frustration.

"Jame Earl is going after Miss?" K asked, tightening his fist as rage awoke in him.

"It looks like it. Although Earl has power and wealth to go against me, he knows the amount of damage

it will cause him and the risk involved, so he's not attacking from the head but the heart." Rome

mumbled in anger.

"Should we tell the big boss then?"

"No!"

Withdrawing his hand from his face, Rome coldly stared at K and said, "Keep my father out of this, or

else blood will spill. Got it!?"

"Yes, boss." K hastily uttered.

"My father should be my last result."

"What now?"

There was a brief pause. Then Rome looked into the v mirror and said, "Orlando, drive. I think it's time

to have a second talk with Earl."

Not wasting a second, Mr. Orlando put the car in gear and drove off.

A while later, they arrived at Technology And Co., and Rome headed into the building with K beside

him.

The office was silent as Mr. Earl stood with his back facing the door as he stared at the transparent

glass, slowly twirling his thick gold ring.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Rome walked in with K while Earl's secretary shouted as she rushed

after them, "Sirs, you can't just walk in there."

"Don't you think it's risky to enter someone's territory without being invited?" Mr. Earl said, turning away

from the glass.

Then he scowled when he locked eyes with Rome, despising the mere sight of him.

"You should have said those words to yourself before you decided that it was a smart choice to visit my

wife." Rome coldly uttered.

Noticing that the look in Rome's eyes was the same look Rome gave him before beating the crap out of

him, Mr. Earl hesitated for a moment.

Then he gazed at his secretary and rudely commanded, "Get out!"

After she left the office and shut the door, Mr. Earl took a seat behind his desk and said, "I guess you

are here to tell me to stay away from your wife?"

"Actually, no." Rome casually uttered. "I don't have to tell you that. You already know that, and if I had

to remind you, I wouldn't be this calm."

In confusion, both K and Mr. Earl raised a brow as they stared at Rome, wondering what else he was

there for other than Catherine.

Keeping silent, Rome walked over to the chair, took a seat, and rested back, crossing his leg over the

other.

Then he fixed his cold gaze on Mr. Earl and said, "I didn't know you and Chloe Barlow were that close."

A hint of nervousness spiked on Mr. Earl's face for a moment as he asked, "What are you getting at?"

When Rome noticed that Mr. Earl was getting a bit anxious about his remark, he faintly smirked,

knowing that his guess was right about the being something more to Chloe and James attending the

party together.

"It's funny how there was no connection between you and Chloe until you suddenly showed up at the

party with her as your date," Rome said, keeping his gaze fixed on Earl's darting eyes.

"Bang!" A loud noise echoed from the desk when Mr. Earl slapped his palm on it and shouted, "Are you

investigating me?!"

"What if I am? Do you have some dirty secret that you don't want me to find out?" Rome calmly asked,

slightly raising a brow.

It fell silent as Mr. Earl coldly stared at him. Then he sneered and mumbled, "You got nothing on me

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"Is that so? Okay, I accept the challenge." Rome casually said with a mocking smile on his lip.

A sudden spike of rage woke within Earl, and without thinking for a moment, he shouted, "You!"

Then he snapped out of his feelings and got a grip on himself and then calmly uttered, "Chloe came

begging me to take her to the party, talking about how her cousin didn't invite her, but she wanted to

attend because it would be humiliating if she didn't."

When Rome didn't speak, Mr. Earl frowned and mumbled, "Who knew she was still going to get

humiliated and dragged me into her shit too."

The fact that Mr. Earl was acting so cooperative made Rome even more suspicious of him and Chloe's

sudden relationship, and then something clicked in his mind.

"You and she barely knew each other before the party, so why would she come to you for help?"

Immediately, anxiety clouded Mr. Earl's face as he gazed away from Rome and thought, 'Am Isupposed

to tell you that someone offered me that they could make me number one in the country by taking you

down if I help Chloe get into the party?'

After a few seconds had gone by in silence, Rome frowned and asked, "Did you buy her the dress she

was wearing too?"

"What?" Mr. Earl mumbled in confusion, snapping out of his thoughts.

Then he kept quiet for a while before he finally said, "Yes. I mean, have you seen Chloe? With that

body, even if she ask me for my checkbook, I will be willing to give it to her."

Feeling disgusted, Rome stood to his feet. Then he walked to the desk, and as he got closer, Mr. Earl

pressed his back against his seat with a touch of fear in his eyes and mumbled, "Don't do anything

stupid! I'm warning you!"

As anger glowed on Rome's face, he reached across the desk, grabbed Earl by his coat, and yanked

him halfway across the table.

"Stay the hell away from my wife, or else!" Rome coldly uttered.

Then he pushed Mr. Earl back into his chair and withdrew from the desk, glowering at him.

"Haha, of course. You know that I was calling a bluff at the party, right? No one in their right mind would

want to have bad blood with the Fords." Mr. Earl cockily said.

Without uttering a word, Rome turned away from the desk and walked away, leaving the office with K.

When the door slammed shut, Mr. Earl took a moment to get himself together, and then he picked up

his phone and texted an unknown number. "I want out of your mess. Antagonism between the Fords

and me was not part of the deal!"

It took a few minutes. Then a message appeared on Mr. Earl's phone screen, "You have your eyes set

on the Barlow youngest daughter, right?"

"Who the fuck are you!"

"Wrong reply. Try again."

Hesitating for a moment, Mr. Earl frowned, and then he texted back, "Yes, and so?!"

A minute later, another message surfaced, "You want to cooperate with DreamTeam to get her, am I

right, again?"

"How did you know?!"

"Another wrong response."

As he intensely gazed at his phone screen, Mr. Earl slowly tapped his shoe against the marble tile.

Then he stopped and wrote back, "Yes, I want to break her and then have her."

"Good. I got a plan. Now, do you want to hear it, or do you want out of my mess?"

The car remained silent for minutes as Mr. Orlando drove, and even though several questions were

roaming around in K's mind, he remained quiet.

"It can't be Earl," Rome mumbled beneath his breath.

"What?" K abruptly asked out of curiosity.

"The puppets' master is not Earl."

"Pardon me, boss. But what are you talking about?"

Not responding to K's question, Rome frowned as he muttered, "Even if it's not Earl, he still got

something that he is hiding, and for Catherine's sake, that's what I need to focus on right now."