A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 100

The cab came to a stop in front of a huge fence, and Rome stepped down from the vehicle after paying

the driver.

Then he walked over to the fence, rang the bell, and faced the camera.

When the light beamed from in the scanner, it flashed against his left eye for a few seconds, and then it

went off.

It took a matter of seconds for the gate to open, and Rome headed inside.

After walking a few distances into the yard, he saw a golf cart approaching him so he stopped and

waited.

“Good morning, young master,” Butler Hobson said as he brought the golf cart to a stopped near

Rome.

After getting into it, Rome glanced at Butler Hobson before turning his focus ahead of him and saying,

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Ten minutes later, Butler Hobson stepped on the brake pedal.

The moment the golf cart ceased movement, Rome got down and headed into the mansion.

“Where is my father?” He asked one of the maids.

“Master is in his bedroom.” She humbly replied.

Without any hesitation, Rome ran upstairs, and after walking for while, he came to a stop in front of a

huge door.

Suddenly, it automatically opened, and he headed inside. Then he stood still as he stared at his father.

“What happened?” Mr. Ford asked when he noticed the rage in his son's eyes.

“Morning, father,” Rome said, walking over to the king-size bed.

Then he sat on the mattress and gazed at Mr. Ford without talking.

Seeing the disturbed look on Rome's face, Mr. Ford firmly intoned, “What have the Barlows done!”

“Father,” Rome mumbled, striving to calm down the rage consuming him from inside.

“Yes,”

“How about you take Catherine under your wing in the business circle? If she have a backing like you,

her family wouldn't dare bully her.”

“What, they bully my daughter-in-law! Give me a name, and I will have them on their knees and at her

mercy in just a day."

“I can handle the Barlow, I just need Catherine secure and standing firm in that house.”

The was a long paused. Then Mr. Barlow sighed and asked, “Are they still forcing her to get marry to

someone wealthy?”

A look of shock crossed Rome’s face, but within a second, he wasn't surprised that his father knew

things he wasn't supposed to know.

“Yes,” Rome said, clutching his fist.

“You know you can bring that to a stop by telling them who you are, right?” Mr. Barlow calmly intoned.

“Mmm, I know. But Catherine wouldn't be happy knowing that she got to such a position because of her

husband and not her hard work.”

“Rome,”

“I don't want to have her doubting herself and her capability because of me. She's amazing with or

without me, and if her family could just allow her to be great, she would fly high!”

The anger he had been holding in was slowly slipping out of his grip the more he talked about the

Barlows, and his thirst to make them pay was becoming stronger.

“I can't be of much help with my current status in that household. That's why I need you to intervene.”

Rome mumbled as he unclenched his hand.

Silence fell between them. Then a beaming smile surfaced on Mr. Barlow's face as he asked, “So you

are giving me your permission to hang out with my daughter-in-law?”

Because of the look of joy in his father's eyes, Rome’s anger started fading slowly, and he said, “Sure.”

“Yes!” Mr. Ford excitedly uttered.

“Father, what are you up to?”

“Well, I was about to ask you to go to this grand business conference with me. But now, I don't need

you. I am going to ask my daughter-in-law instead!”

A sense of relief swept through Rome as he faintly grinned at his father.

Then he stood to his feet and said, “I got to get back to the mansion. I don't want Catherine to be alone

for too long with her current state.”

“Of course.” Mr. Barlow said with a slight smile.

After staring at his father for a moment, Rome turned to leave. Then he stopped, turned back, and

asked, “Can you blacklist DBA INC. in the business circle. I could do it, but it will be a bit of work.”

“Sure, I will make a few calls today. By next week, DBA will make headlines.” Mr. Ford said with a

please expression on his face.

Turning away from his father, Rome smirked and thought, ‘Good. Then next week, I will strike.'

After Rome left, it took a few minutes, then a maid walked into the room and stood still with her eyes

fixed on Mr. Ford.

“Master, you sent for me?” She asked, slightly bowing her head.

“I won't be having dinner here, so tell the kitchen staff to not prepare anything for me tonight.”

A few hours later, Rome arrived back at the Barlow mansion, and as he headed inside, he met

Catherine's mother in the hallway.

When their eyes locked, she scowled and walked up to Rome.

Then she stopped a step away from him and said, “Why can't you leave my daughter alone?”

Not wanting to offend her, Rome kept his silence, even though he was angyy.

But that only seem to enrage her, and she raised her voice and said, “I know how it feels to be the

outcast of a family because of your background! But…”

“Why did you stay married to Edward?” Rome humbly asked.

“Because…”

“You loved him so you endured it all, right?”

A got silent. Then Catherine’s mother sighed and said, “Yes,”

“Will you make a different decision if the chance was given to you to start over again?” Rome asked

without taking his eyes off her.

“No,”

“Then don't ask me to stay away from your daughter. You wouldn't be acting fair to us."

For a moment, Rome stared at Catherine's mother. Then he walked past her and headed upstairs.

When Rome got to their bedroom door, he turned the knob and felt relieved that it wasn't lack.

After pushing the door open, he walked into the room and saw that Catherine was asleep. So he took

off his shoe and laid down on the bed, beside her.

For a moment, he stared at Catherine. Then he closed his eyelids, and at that instant, he felt the bed

move and a weight upon his chest.

Without opening his eyes, he wrapped Catherine in his arms and smiled.

The daylight when by naturally, and by eight o'clock, members of the Barlow family came into the dining

hall, except for Catherine and Rome.

However, when everyone had taken their seat, both of them walked into the room, and even though

they got a few stares, the two of them took their seats at the table.

Smiling, Jeff pulled some wine into his glass, picked it up from the table, and mockingly said, “I want to

raise a toast to Catherine for joining us that have been removed from the inheritance list. How does it

feel to be on the other side?”

Ignoring her cousin's remark, Catherine reached for her fork, and at that moment, a maid came rushing

into the dining room.

“Sir, we have a guest!” She said with fear in her eyes.

In a fit of anger, Mr. Barlow lashed out, “Who could be so rude and less busy to visit someone's house

at such an hour! Don't they know when to show up at other's homes!”

“That will be me.” Mr. Ford said as he stepped into the dining room with four of his bodyguards

following closely behind him.

The entire room fell silent, and Rome's fork slipped out of his hand and down onto his plate as he

stared at his father.