A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 41

For almost fifteen minutes, Rome and his father didn't utter a word to each other.

“You seem disturbed.” Mr. Orlando finally said without staring at his son.

“I got a lot on my mind,” Rome mumbled, keeping his eyes focus on the windshield.

“Burden me with some, and don't keep it all inside. I'm your father, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for

you.”

“Now that you mention it, there's something I need you to do for me.”

Feeling his anger subsiding, Mr. Ford gazed at his son and asked, “What is it?”

“I need to keep tabs on Chloe,” Rome said, swaying his gaze towards his father.

“Isn't Mr. Orlando already doing that?”

“Yes, but he is limited unlike you. There's no happening in this country that you don't know about.

That's why I need you to do this for me.”

“You can do it yourself.”

“What do you mean.”

For a second, Mr. Ford looked hesitant. Then he sighed and said, “It's time to introduce you to the other

side of my life.”

“What?” Rome absentmindedly asked.

“You know that your old man is in a gang. But do you know how powerful it is?”

“Well, no.”

“Then let's find out?”

Even though he was confused, Rome asked no questions when he heard Mr. Ford said to the driver,

“Take us to ‘Bluemoon Casino.”

After an hour's drive, the car came to a stop in front of a blue skyscraper a couple of miles away from

the city.

Within a matter of seconds, a group of men, wearing black suits came rushing out of the building and

position themselves into two straight lines.

Then one of them pulled the car door opened and Mr. Ford stepped out, followed by Rome.

“Welcome big boss.” The men in black said in unison as they bowed.

With a look of satisfaction in his eyes, Mr. Ford smiled. Then he marched into the building, and Rome

kept his steps closely behind his father.

Afterward walking a few distances into the corridor, they entered a room, and instantly, the place fell

silent.

“Scar, Blaze, Brook, followed me!” Mr. Ford coldly said with an aloof expression.

Immediately, three men dropped their cards on the table and stood to their feet.

Then they followed Mr. Ford as he headed upstairs with Rome by his side.

When Mr. Ford and Rome entered a room, they went in after him and shut the door behind them.

“Scar, Blaze, Brook, meet my son, ‘Rome.” Mr. Ford said as he sat down on the couch.

“Big boss, you found him?” Brook asked, sounding shocked.

“We found each other.”

“I'm sorry that we couldn't find him all those years, big boss. But I am glad that you from him.”

Although Rome didn't understand a thing they were saying, he kept his questions to himself and sat

down.

Then he raised brows as the three men turned to him, bowed, and said in unison, “Welcome back,

boss.”

Without saying a word to them, Rome gazed at his father and threw him a what's-going-on look.

“Meet my eyes and ears in the underground world. The nothing illegal that's goes on in the darkness

that they don't know about.” Mr. Ford said as he stood from the couch.

Then he headed over to the bar, took a bottle of whisker and popped it opened.

“A life of great wealth gives you a lifetime of dangerous enemies, and you always have to be one step

ahead of them. I learned that the hard way when your mother died.” Mr. Ford said, taking two glasses

of the shelf.

After filling them halfway, he walked over to Rome and give him a glass.

Then he took a sip of his drink and said, “Power is a great, but deadly thing. It can make a man lose his

sanity within a flash, and the Barlow family is filled with power greed people.”

“I understand,” Rome said, staring into his wine glass.

“No, you don't. A monster is made from the thirst for power, Rome, so you have to be extremely careful

how you handle the members of that family.”

“I promise that I would.”

“Good.”

Raising his glass, Mr. Ford smiled at Rome before drinking till the glass was empty.

Then he gazed at Brook and said, “Keep an eye out for Chloe Barlow and report back to my son her

every move. Nothing she does should get past him.”

“Yes, big boss.” Brook humbly intoned.

With his gaze focus on Brook, Scar, and Blaze, Mr. Ford firmly uttered, “From today onwards, let your

men know that they don't only answer me, but my son and his command carry the same weight as

mine.”

“Yes, big boss!” The three of them said one after the other.

A few hours after spending his time at the casino with his father, Rome arrived at the Barlow mansion

at nine o'clock.

When he entered the dining room, everyone's eyes got drawn to him.

Then Chloe smirked and said, “Did you leave to avoid doing other choruses? You barely do a thing for

this family, but the moment you did a simple task, you vanished for a half-day.”

“I completed what needed to get done before I left,” Rome said, striving to sound calm as possible.

With a mischievous look in her eyes, Chloe sneered and asked, “Who said that's was the only work you

had to do?”

“Well, that was the only work grandmother asked him to do. I think, if she needed him to do more than

that, she was going to say it, right, grandma?” Catherine softly said with a humble tone.

Even though Madam Rosey wasn't happy about being put on the spot by her granddaughter, she

scowled and said, “I wouldn't indulge myself in a discussion about a worthless person. I'm going to

bed.”

Afterward, she left the table and walked past Rome without looking his way. Then Mr. Barlow silently novelbin

stood to his feet and followed after her.

As Catherine was about to leave the table, Edward got up from his seat, glared at her, and said,

“Follow me.”

For a second, Catherine stared at the look of sadness on her mother's face. Then she woke for the

chair and walked after her father as he led her out of the dining room.

It felt uncomfortable being in the midst of people who kept staring at him hatefully, so Rome left,

heading in the direction that Catherine and her father went.

When he was about to walk past the study, he heard Edward shouted, and Rome stopped, took three

steps towards the door, and listened.

Unable to bear the anger in her father's eyes, Catherine hunged her head low and focused her gaze on

her toes.

“You love him? You much be kidding me, Catherine! You can't fall for a nobody, especially since your

grandmother seems to despise him.” Edward said, striving to get his anger under control.

“But I'm only answering your question sincerely. That's how I feel about Rome.” Catherine mumbled.

“A man like Rome will not make win you favor with your grandparents, and he can't help you become

the top inheritor of this family. Can't you see that?”

“But he's a good man with a kind heart. Isn't that what you saw in my mother.”

Resting his hands on hips, Edward sighed heavily and said, “And I'm still suffering the coincidences of

marrying a woman from a humble background unlike what your grandmother wanted for me.”

“Dad!” Catherine cried, feeling tears rolled down her cheek.

As he grabbed onto his daughter’s hands, Edward pleadingly stared at her and said, “Don't be like your

father, um… Please, nothing good is going to come out of you being like me.”

Frowning, Rome turned away from the door and mumbled, “Not if I have a saying in it.”