A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Fifty-Four

The office was awfully quiet as Rome looked at Mr. Jackson. Then his eyes became cold and his mood

shifted from calm to dominant as he asked, "Is there something you are not telling me?"

"Of course not! I was just wondering why you are so invested in the person that has been texting me"

Mr. Jackson asked in confusion.

Maintaining eye contact with him, Rome rested back in his seat and said, “I say this most respectfully,

'It's none of your business. So are you going to give me the phone or not?"

"I see, Mr. Ford doesn't trust me that's why you wouldn't be clear with me."

Staring intensely at Mr. Jackson, Rome stayed composed and silent, knowing fully well that truth was

something he couldn't afford to give a stranger, especially with his current situation.

“I know your phone is also your privacy and I have no business accessing it. So, can you write the

number on a sheet instead?" Rome calmly uttered, finally realizing what the issue was.

“Mr. Ford is a wise young man,” Mr. Jackson said with a smile as he reached for the pen on the desk.

Then he took his time and wrote thirteen digits on a piece of paper and placed it in front of Rome.

For a moment, he gazed at Mr. Jackson, and afterward, he looked down at the paper for a couple of

seconds before picking up his phone.

After inputting the number, Rome dialed it and rested his phone against his ear, waiting patiently for a

response.

The call suddenly got canceled, and he looked at the screen, second-guessing if he should call it again

or send the number to Scar to get his team to trace it since it was going through.

Finally deciding that he was going to send it to Scar, Rome was about to text him, when a message

appeared on his screen, "It is extremely unpleasant to hear your voice that's why I didn't answer your

call. But whatever you have to say to me, text it now because this number becomes unavailable in ten

minutes, or less if you try to trace it." Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

While Rome was still trying to process how the person knew his number, he got another message, "Oh,

and say 'hi' to Jackson for me."

"Who are you!?" Rome wrote back, frowning at his phone screen.

"Nine minutes! You are wasting precious time by asking a useless question!"

"Why are you coming after me!? What did are do to you?!"

"I will help you since you are dumb at asking the right questions! You should be inquiring about what

your father has done to me to make me come after you!"

Even though Rome didn't show it, he felt like he was about to burst from the frustration and feeling of

curiosity that was crowding his heart and mind.

"Okay! What did my father do to you then!?" Rome texted, waiting impatiently for a response.

A couple of seconds went by before he got one, "A very bad thing that makes me despise him with

everything in my bones!"

"I might not know what you have been through or the offense that my father has done to you, but we

can talk about it. How about we set up a meeting? Just you and me?"

"Nah! I really like the plans that I have in motion, and I want to see it through, especially since it ends

with your father's coldblooded heart getting broken into pieces."

It took Rome quite a length of time to get the intense anger he felt under control as he stared at his

inbox.

Then he took a deep breath and wrote back, "I really want to amend whatever he has done, so please

consider my suggestion for a meet-up."

Covering his face with the palm of his hand, Rome drew a deep breath. Then when he heard his phone

buzz, he hastily stared at his screen, "Your time is up. But it was a pleasure talking to you, knowing that

it will ruin your day and make you restless."

"Come on. I'm sure we can work something out." Rome wrote in his inbox.

But after he pressed send, it took only a couple of seconds for his message to bounce back.

"He deactivated the number," Rome mumbled in frustration, tightening his grip on his phone.

"Are you okay, Mr. Ford?" Mr. Jackson asked, looking at Rome with a look of concern in his eyes.

For a moment, Rome kept silent, striving to get his emotions under control. Then he looked up at him,

smiled, and said, "Yes,"

"Soo… Is it okay for us to talk about business?" Mr. Jackson humbly asked.

"Of course," Rome said, gently resting his phone on the desk.

A look of shock crossed Nora's face when she saw Catherine walk into the kitchen and smile at her.

"Ma'am, you are home," Nora happily cried.

Then she dried her hand on her apron and mumbled, "Are you hungry?"

"Actually, yes, a bit." Catherine softly uttered.

"Okay. Go wait in the dining room, and I will have your meal delivered to you soon."

"You know what, there is no need to trouble yourself. My husband is taking me out on a date. It's Six-

thirty already, so I should be getting ready."

Grinning brightly at Catherine, Nora nodded and mumbled, "Okay, ma'am. Have a lovely time with boss

then."

After giving Nora a quick smile, Catherine walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs, heading straight

for their room.

The moment she got into the bedroom, Catherine dropped her bag on the floor and took off her shoe.

Then she unbuttoned s her shirt and took out her skirt before speeding to the bathroom, leaving all her

items on the floor.

A couple of minutes later, she returned to the room, gazed at the time on the wall clock, and cried,

"Seven already! Come on!! Okay, don't freak out. You still have time!"

In a rush, she picked up her dress and put it on, reaching down to the zip before struggling to pull it up.

Once Catherine finished zipping her gown, she went in front of the dresser and pulled the drawer open,

mumbling to herself, "Where's my jewel box and my makeup bag!"

Twenty minutes later, Catherine stood before the mirror with her eyes full of admiration for her

reflection.

Then she picked her phone off the dresser and texted Rome, "Guess what I'm wearing?"

The car was quite silent as Mr. Orlando drove, and even though he kept checking the mirror to look at

Rome, he said nothing.

When his phone suddenly buzzed, Rome looked away from the windshield and stared at its screen.

A soft smile crept on his lip as he stared at Catherine's message.

Then Rome was about to text back when he suddenly felt a sharp pain rip through his spine as a truck

ran into the car from the side door.

The phone immediately dropped out of his hands as the vehicle lifted in the air and then rolled over.