A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 102

The days went by naturally, and on Saturday, Rome left the Barlow mansion early that morning even

before Catherine could wake up.

By seven-fifteen, Mr. Orlando drove the vehicle into the yard, and when he turned off the engine, Rome

got out and headed inside.

It took him a while, but he finally arrived in the living room. Then he walked over to the couch, sat

down, and said, “Good morning, Father.”

“You are early.” Mr. Ford mumbled, closing his newspaper.

Staring at his watch, Rome sighed and said, “I know. But if I had waited for the actual meet-up time, I

would have to lie to Catherine. So I left a note instead.”

There was a brief moment of silence. Then Mr. Ford rested his newspaper on the couch as he stood up

and said “Well since you are here. How about breakfast?”

“Sure,” Rome mumbled, standing to his feet.

When the daylight had faded a bit at five o'clock, Rome lay in bed, in this huge majestic room that his

father had spent a lot of money on interior designs, even though he wasn't using it.

The silence in his room was suddenly disrupted by a buzzing noise, and Rome picked up his phone.

Then he stared at the message on his screen, “Have you eaten?”

Smiling with his eyes, Rome text Catherine back, “Yes. Have you?”

At that moment his door opened, and Butler Hobson walked inside. Then he gazed at Rome and said,

“Young master, I got your suit.”

“You can put it on the rack,” Rome mumbled with his focus on his phone as he typed.

“Your father said that I should remind you that both of you leave by six.”

“Okay,”

After Butler Hobson had left the room, Rome looked at the black and gold three-piece suit and smiled

slightly before putting his attention back to his screen.

The sky had darkened a bit by six o'clock, and when Rome came downstairs, Mr. Ford was already

awaiting him at the bottom of the stairs.

Then both father and son left the mansion and got into a black limousine.

“Good afternoon Master and young master. Are we ready to leave?” Mr. Orlando said with his gaze

fixed on the V-mirror.

“Drive,” Mr. Ford commanded.

Without any hesitation, Mr. Orlando put the limousine in gear and drove off with five SUVs driving

closely behind them.

At seven-fifty, the vehicles came to a stop, and the doors to the SUVs opened.

Several men, wearing black suits, got down and rushed over to the limousine, and one of them opened

its door.

The first person to get out was Rome, and then Mr. Ford stepped down from the vehicle.

“That's a huge yacht,” Rome mumbled, gazing straight ahead of him.

“Well, if you like it, you can get one bigger than that.” Mr. Ford said, feeling a bit annoyed that his son

wasn't spending his money like he wanted him to.

“What would I do with a yacht?”

“Whatever everyone else does.”

Giggling faintly, Rome stared at his father and gave him a you-are-unbelievable look.

Then Mr. Ford smirked and said, “Are you ready to head in?”

“Yes,” Rome mumbled, letting out a harsh breath.

A few minutes later, Mr. Ford and Rome got on the yacht, and even though for a brief while, Rome felt

nervous, he quickly blended in.

Everything was going smoothly, and Rome was having the time of his life until his eyes caught a

glimpse of someone he didn't like.

For a moment, he stared at lady Estelle. Then he hastily turned around when she looked his way,

causing her to not see him.

“What's wrong?” Mr. Ford mumbled, noticing the change in his son's mood.

“The lady in the red dress with the gold necklace is Charles’ girlfriend,” Rome whispered with his back

still turned to her.

“Are you talking about Estelle?”

“Yes,”

A chuckle escaped Mr. Ford's lips as he said, “Well, Stony would be piss if he hears that.”

“Who’s Stony?” Rome asked, feeling a bit lost.

“The older gentleman whose arm she is clutching on to. He's also the host of this party and her

husband.”

“What!”

The raise in Rome's tone caused others attention to get drawn to him, so Mr. Barlow put his arm

around his shoulder and said, “Walk with me, son."

Without any hesitation, Rome obediently followed his father, and both of them strolled for a while before

Mr. Ford stood still and gazed at the water.

“Estelle is married?” Rome asked as his brows pulled together in a frown.

“Yes. But it's a secret marriage because of the age gap between them, and also, it's what Estelle

wants.”

“It's not strange that she would want to hide that.”

“Stony wanted to make their marriage public. But whatever Estelle desire, Stony gives. She has his

aging mind wrapped around her fingers. That's why she's the fourth richest person in the country

because her husband is the third.”

For a moment, Rome didn't speak. Instead, he listened to the melody from the music playing.

Then he turned his focus to where Estelle was standing and saw that Mr. Stony was by himself.

“How angry do you think he would get if he knew about her and Charles' so-called relationship?” Rome

mumbled with a smirk.

“Very angry. Stony is crazy jealous. Although he doesn't do anything to Estelle, the last young fellow he

caught her with is still in the hospital, and countless others suffered terrible fate by his hands.” Mr. Ford

said, staring at the mischievous look in his son’s eyes.

“Good,”

“What are you up to?”

“I'm going to greet the host.”

“Let's go together since I haven't introduced you to him yet.”

“There's no need.”

After walking away from Mr. Ford, Rome approached Mr. Stony. Then he smiled and said, “Hey. You

must be Estelle’s father. I just one to say, it's lovely to meet the dad of my cousin-in-law's girlfriend.”

“Whose girlfriend!” Mr. Stony harshly uttered with a spike of anger in his eyes.

“Charles Barlow. He's dating your daughter. Didn't you know?”

“Estelle is not my daughter, she's my wife!”

Seeing how enraged Mr. Stony was, Rome felt satisfied with himself. Then he cunningly said, “I'm

sorry. I thought…”

“Save your sorry for your cousin-in-law because he will need to hear that word when I'm done with

him!” Mr. Stony said, striving not to lose his temper in front of his guest.

Without uttering a word, Rome walked away, and he had only taken a few steps when Estelle

approached Mr. Stony.

“Honey, sorry that I took so long. The lady's room was a bit crowded.” Estelle said, grabbing onto his

arm.

But Mr. Stony pulled his hand from her grip and asked, “Are you seeing Charles?”

With a look of fear in her eyes, Estelle nervously asked, “Who?”

“Don't play dumb with me! You know who I'm talking about. Charles Barlow!” Mr. Stony coldly stated as

a sense of anger raised in him.

“Honey…”

“I swear if you lie to me, I will do the unthinkable! So choose your words wisely!”

Feeling desperate, Estelle hugged Stony’s arm and cried out, “Yes, but he's just a toyboy. It's you that I

love!”

“He's like every other good-looking fool you ever cheated on me with, is that what you are telling me!”

“Yes, I swear. You are the only man who holds a place in my heart!”

“Good.”

Knowing what her husband was capable of, Estelle swallowed hard and softly asked, “What are you This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

going to do to him?”

“Ask me that question again, and I will double his punishment.” Mr. Stony angrily said before pushing

her hand off him and storming off.

A smirk surfaced on Rome's lips as he thought, ‘Perfect.’

Then he walked back to his father, and when he was a step away from him, Mr. Ford asked, “What did

you say to Stony? He looked like he's about to kill someone.”

“I told him the truth. Now, all have to do is wait and see how he use the information to my advantage.”

Rome calmly said, taking a glass of wine off the tray as the waiter walked past him.