A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Eighty-Three

Silence escaped the room when the office door opened, and Rome raised his gaze, giving a half-smile

as he watched Mr. Willberg walk into his office.

After shutting the door behind him, he marched over to a chair and sat down.

"How did it go?" Rome asked, dropping his pen on the papers in front of him.

"Smoothly," Mr. Willberg mumbled as he laid a file on the desk.

"As we agreed on, I clear Charles's debts with interest, and you hand over the Barlow properties and

DreamTeam to me."

" Yes. That's the agreement. And these documents are my side of my bargain. All you need to do is

sign and the Barlow's wealth is yours."

Withdrawing his gaze off Mr. Willbery, Rome stared down at the file for a few seconds before picking it

up. Then he opened it and immediately, the corners of his lips raised into a soft smile.

"Catherine is going to be so happy," Rome mumbled, lying the folder on the desk.

Then he picked up his pen and wrote his signature on the blank line at the bottom of the sheet.

"Your money with all the interests will get transferred to the bank today," Rome said with a look of

satisfaction in his eyes.

"It is a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Ford." Mr. William said, standing to his feet.

Then he extended his right hand to Rome, and they shook hands before he turned away and left the

office.

For a moment, Rome sat in silence, thinking things over about how easy everything when.

After pushing aside his thought, he grabbed his phone and stared at the time on its screen before

mumbling, "Five o'clock. My dads and Catherine should be at the tasting party by now."

Then he hastily stood to his feet, grabbed his jacket off the rack, and rushed out of his office.

The sound of chatting and laughter mixed with the sweet harmony of classical music gently flowed into

Catherine's ear as she took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray.

"That is a glass of ROMANEE-CONTI GRAND CRU wine worth nineteen thousand and fifty-two

dollars. Its origin is BURGUNDY, FRANCE." The host of the party informed her with a smile.

For a moment, Catherine twirled the glass, staring at the wine rich shade. Then she brought the glass

towards her lips and slowly inhaled its aroma before tasting her drink.

"Be careful with it though. It has a thirteen alcohol percentage." Mr. Ford calmly uttered with a look of

concern on his face.

"When you said that you were taking us to a tasting party, I didn't think it would be wine. I thought you

meant food tasting." Mr. Miller mumbled with a frown. "You are going to get her drunk."

Then he glanced at the time on his watch and said, "It's six already. We have been here for a while,

and we have had a few. Maybe we should get going."

Smirking, Mr. Ford give a half shrugged and said, "Losing up, Miller. You only live once."

As Catherine was about to take another sip, she froze with the glass to her mouth, and her lips curved

into a cheerful grin.

After reaching Catherine, Rome smiled at her and then asked, "Do you want to get out of here? I have

a surprise for you in the car."

Beaming widely, Catherine nodded her head, and Rome took the glass out of her hand.

Then he casually handed it to Mr. Miller and absentmindedly said, "Hey dads."

With a look of disbelief on their faces, Mr. Miller and Ford watched as Rome held Catherine's hand and

led her away.

The guests' eyes remained glued to Catherine and him as Rome carried her out of the room until the

door shut closed behind them.

When they got to his car and were seated in the backseat, Catherine met Rome's eyes with a look of

happiness beaming on her face and asked, "Okay, what is the surprise?"

Without saying a word to Catherine, Rome picked up the folder off the car seat and handed it over to

her.

Not wasting a second, Catherine took it out of his hand and giggled in excitement before opening the

file.

As he watched her focus on the document, Rome said, "I know they are in my name, but what's mine is

yours, and…"

"You go…" Catherine whispered, choking on her words.

Then she looked away from the papers, gave a faint laugh with tears in her eyes, sniffed, and mumbled

out, "You got them back! All of it."

Gazing into her moist eyes, Rome caressed the back of his hand against her wet cheek and mumbled,

"I told you that I was going to make it up to you an…"

The rest of Rome's words faded when Catherine hastily leaned in closer to his face, and her lips

delicately brushed his as she kissed him softly.

Looking away from the V-mirror, Mr. Orlando subconsciously cleared his throat, and instantly, Catherine

drew back in awe.

"I'm sorry! My throat felt a bit dried." Mr. Orlando said, feeling annoyed with himself.

A smile appeared on Rome's face as he watched Catherine lower her gaze. Then he gave a slight

chuckle.

"Thank you." Catherine finally said, raising her eyes to meet his. "For this, and everything."

"It's was not a problem," Rome uttered, taking her hand in his and lacing his finger with hers.

A couple of silent seconds when by, and then Catherine asked out of curiosity, "How did you pull it off ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

though?"

"Through Legal means. It was no puzzle that Charles couldn't pay the debts and interest for the loans

that he was taking on the company name." Rome said, pausing for a moment as he cast aside an

intrusive thought.

Then he continued, "Rick called this morning to inform me that Charles was about to sell the company."

"He was going to what?!" Catherine interrupted in a fit of rage.

"File for bankruptcy and sell the company. So, I got in touch with the bank, and they were more than

happy for me to pay their debts in exchange for the properties and DreamTeam."

"You are so awesome, honey!! Thank you for saving something that means a lot to me."

"They are in my name though, but I…"

"It doesn't matter, hon. As you said, what yours is mine."

Unable to suppress his intrusive thoughts anymore, Rome gave in and worried, 'This was way too

easy... What if I just played my way right into the puppets' master hands?'

Stepping on the brake pedal, Amara frowned as she stared at the ominous sign, "Club 200."

Then she pushed the car door opened and walked over to the building.

A frown surfaced on Scar's face as he watched her enter through the door, and the only thing that

crossed his mind was, "Who is she going to meet?"

Annoyed by the loud music, Amara headed over to the counter and sat down on a stool next to a lanky

guy with a classically handsome profile.

"Hello, Axel." Amara coldly uttered, frowning at the smirk on his face when he gazed at her.

"Hey, sis," Axel said as he set the glass of wine in his hand on the counter.

"It seems like your calculation was right after all."

"My calculation had always been accurate since I put a lot of planning into this, and I'm spending a ton

of money here to have things go smoothly."

Meeting his sister's gaze, Axel's face grew serious as he picked up his glass and took a sip of the wine.

"So what now?" Amara asked.

"The plan was for Catherine to lose the Barlows wealth. If Rome gets it or someone else does, either

way, is fine. All I needed was for her to lose it. But since Rome took the bait, that's even more perfect."

Axel said, smirking.

Then he drew a breath and said, "Now that it's all in the Fords name, plan three can commence. I have

already contacted Richard. Once he agrees to my terms, I will inform you."

After getting out of his vehicle, Scar approached the building with a hoodie covering his head and

concealing his face. But as he was about to walk in, his way got blocked by a built fellow.

"The club is booked. No uninvited guest is allowed inside." The guy said.

Knowing not to push his luck, and not wanting to raise suspicion, Scar headed back to his vehicle and

drove a bit further away from the building before stopping his car.

Then he waited, watching the club from afar and hoping that he would be lucky to finally find out who

Amara was meeting.