A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Fifty Three

For a moment, Mr. Ford studied the look of excitement on Rome's face.

Then he sighed and asked, "K, how was your investigation at the store Rome's purchase his clothes?

You never reported back to me."

"I didn't report back because what I got wasn't useful. Boss was the only one to buy that hoodie, cap,

and mask. Other than him, no one else made the same purchase with the exact order. I'm sorry." K

explained with his gaze focused on the tiles.

Without replying, Mr. Ford looked at Scar and asked, "Have you found out how news about my son was

getting linked out to the media?"

"Sorry to say, but no, big boss. I'm still digging into it." Scar humbly uttered without meeting Mr. Ford's

gaze.

Swaying his eyes off Scar, Mr. Ford looked to his left and said, "How about you, Brook? What's new

information have you discovered from the hospital CCTV cameras?"

"Nothing. It's like he vanished after walking out of the hospital." Brook mumbled, lowering his head.

"Or maybe, he was smart enough to avoid the cameras outside."

"That may be true."

After gazing at Brook for a second with calmness in his eyes, Mr. Ford looked at Brook and said, "How

about you? Did the hospital staff have anything useful to say?"

"Sorry, big boss. No, they didn't." Blaze uttered with a straight face, even though he felt disappointed

within himself.

Finally realizing what was going on, Rome looked at his father, slightly frowned, and said, "You don't

believe that these new clues would be of any use to us?!"

Even though Mr. Ford knew that what he was about to say was going to be frowned upon, and yet he

understood that he had to say it. So he looked directly into Rome's eyes and said, "It likely might not."

"Seriously," Rome firmly uttered.

"Yes. Whoever this person is, they are not stupid, and I believe that they are leaving useless bread

crumbs to keep us distracted."

"Distracted from what, Dad!?"

It fell silent when Mr. Ford noticed that Rome was getting frustrated. Then he sighed and said, "I don't

know. But too much has happened in such a short period, and something isn't just adding up."

"I get what you mean, dad. But I'm fighting in a dark room here, and if these pieces of new evidence

can bring in some light, then it's worth following their leads. Don't you think so?"

"You are right. Yeah, it is." Mr. Ford said, giving a brief smile.

For a moment, Rome remained silent as he gazed at his father, puzzling over the words he had said.

Then his ringtone suddenly snapped him out of his head, and he hastily reached into his pocket, pulling

out his phone.

After answering the call, he swayed his gaze to Mr. Ford and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Jackson."

"I'm in the country and will be at our designated meet-up spot within two hours." Mr. Jackson calmly

uttered from the other end of the call.

"Thanks for informing me."

"It's my pleasure. See you in two, Mr. Ford."

After ending the call with Mr. Jackson, Rome looked back at his father and said, "I got to get to the

office. Do you want to tag along?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I have other plans." Mr. Ford said, smiling when Rome frowned at him.

Then he laughed when Rome raised a brow with a doubtful look in his eyes and mumbled, "I'm just

hanging out with the boys, that's all. Nothing bad."

"So you are not going to get my men to work behind my back and keep me in the dark?!" Rome asked,

throwing Blaze and Brook a hard stare.

Immediately, they both gazed in the opposite direction, coughing faintly.

"Of course not." Mr. Ford said with an innocent expression.

But Rome wasn't buying his act for a second. Yet, he woke from the couch, took a long look at his

father before walking away.

Instantly, K followed after him, and Brook, Scar, and Blaze were right behind him.

"Rome!" Mr. Ford called out.

Immediately, everyone stopped at the door. Then Rome let go of the knob and turned around.

"Be safe out there." Mr. Ford said with a touch of worry in his eyes.

"I can't promise that, but I will try," Rome said, giving a faint smile.

A couple of minutes later, Rome arrived outside with K and the others. Then he stopped at his car door

and said, "Brook, Don't forget to check out the black Chevrolet Cacamo plate, Blake, do so digging into

the source that released Chloe's video on the Internet, and Scar, do that cross-examination with both

photos. Got it?"

"Got it, boss." Brook, along with Scar, and Blaze said in unison.

Subconsciously Mr. Ford's words suddenly crossed Rome's mind, and a sigh escaped his lips as he

hesitated for a moment.

Then he firmly uttered, "My father could be right, but we have to give it our all. You guys got this!"

"Yes, boss. We won't let you down!" Brook, Scar, and Blaze said in unison.

At three on the dot, Rome was seated in his office. Then Braden suddenly walked inside and stared at

him.

"What is it?" Rome asked without removing his gaze off the paper before him.

"Mr. Jackson is here," Braden said, shutting the door behind him.

Pausing, Rome looked at his secretary. Then he dropped his pen and said, "Let him in."

"Yes, boss." Braden calmly uttered.

Then he left the room, and after a couple of minutes, he returned to the office with a Mr. Jackson before

finally heading back to his desk.

"Please have a seat," Rome said, showing his hand to the seat ahead of him.

Unable to stop smiling, Mr. Jackson approached the chair, sat down, and then said, "It's nice to meet

you, finally."

At that moment, he and Rome locked eyes, and he hastily lowered his head and said, "To be honest, I

never really knew how powerful you were until I received that message from that unknown know and

then did my research on you."

Hesitating for a moment, Mr. Jackson lifted his gaze and said, "That's one of the reasons I decided to

listen to instructions of the messages, even though I didn't know who was sending them because I felt

intimidated."

"That's a valid explanation," Rome mumbled, keeping his eyes fixed on him. "So the number that texted

you. Is it still going through?" NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

"Mmm, I'm not sure because I stopped texting after you agreed to meet me."

"Find the number in your phone."

"Oh, ok-kay"

Even though he felt a bit confused, Mr. Jackson scrolled through his contact and then stopped at a

number saved as "Unknown."

Then he looked back at Rome and said, "I have found it."

"Hand your phone over, please." Rome gently uttered.

The was a brief pause as Mr. Jackson stared at Rome and then at his phone before gazing back at the

number on his screen.

"Will that be a problem, Mr. Jackson?" Rome asked, looking at him with a doubtful gaze.