A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter sixty

The dining room was quiet, and the silence annoyed Catherine, but she tried not to frown at the food in

front of her.

Then she suddenly got startled out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps in the room.

After Catherine raised her gaze, she stared at one of their maids, gazing down at her.

"What is it, Mini?" Catherine calmly asked.

"Should I set up extra plates for sir?"

"No. He's at a business meeting, and I don't think he will be coming home soon."

"Oh,"

After a couple of minutes passed and Mini had not left, Catherine slightly frowned at her and asked,

"Do you have anything else you want to say?"

"No, ma'am!" Mini hastily intoned.

Then she hurried out of the room, leaving Catherine alone once more.

Not even giving it a second thought, Joe dropped the knife and stepped away from Rome, keeping his

hands in the air with a smirk on his lips.

But when he saw that the laser beam was still pointed at him and Mr. Ford men had not lowered their

guns, the smirk disappeared and a look of stress clouded his face.

"I did what you ask...ed of me!" Joe stuttered, staring pleadingly at Mr. Ford.

Then he swayed his gaze to Rome, giving him a pitiful stare.

Frowning at Joe, Rome walked backward as he casually said, "I warned you. Now, the good cop is

done, and you got the bad cop. You should have listened."

After Rome and his men went to the back, Joe swallowed hard as he gazed at Mr. Ford with raw fear in

his eyes.

In that instant, Mr. Ford took a step toward him, and Joe wanted to run. But his feet felt glued to the

floor as he stared at the laser lights on his shirt.

"What more do you want from me!" Joe shouted, knowing fully well that he already knew the answer.

Not losing the calmness in his eyes, Mr. Ford casually walked up to Joe. Then he stopped a foot away

from him and said, "You hurt and threatened my son. Who do you think you are?!" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Mr. Ford, I can ex...plan. Please, I was delu-sional and…" Joe blurted out, pausing when Mr. Ford

rested his hand on him.

Patting his shoulder, Mr. Ford gave a cold smile and said, "Have you heard the saying, 'An eye for an

eye?"

"Mr. Ford, if I tell you where my boss is, you will let me go, right?!" Joe cried, striving to stop his hand

from shaking. "Okay! Okay! I will tell you where my boss is!"

"Oh, you are going to tell me. But that will be after learning a couple of life lessons."

"Mr. For…"

Instantly, Joe's eyes widened the moment Mr. Ford clenched his fist into his stomach.

Then he let out a loud groan, screeching out the pain, dropped to his knees, and then tried to catch his

breath.

"Stand up, boy!" Mr. Ford said, looking down at him.

Focusing his red eyes on Mr. Ford, Joe hesitated and then cried out, "My boss has a priv…"

"Stand!!"

"Okay! I'm standing!"

Sweat was dripping down Joe's face as he nervously looked at Mr. Ford's men before gazing at him,

knowing that there was absolutely nothing he could do other than stand and get beaten.

Immediately, he squeezed his eyes shut before Mr. Ford's left leg could crash into his face.

The force from the kick knocked Joe to the ground, causing him to blackout.

"Damn!!" K mumbled, feeling the hair on his neck stand.

'He still got it.' Rome thought as a memory of his childhood crossed his mind.

Gaining consciousness slowly, Joe felt someone slapping his jaw. Then his eyes immediately opened

when he heard Mr. Ford firmly utter, 'Wake up, boy!"

As their eyes lock, Joe's survival instinct kicked in, and not realizing what he was doing, he immediately

threw a punch, only to get his fist trapped in Mr. Ford's palm.

"I'm sorry! That was, that was… It wasn't an intentional punch!!" Joe cried when Mr. Ford frowned at

him.

Ignoring his words, Mr. Ford collared Joe by his shirt and forced him to his feet.

As the salty and metallic taste of blood settled on his tongue, Joe dizzily looked at Mr. Ford,

suppressing the pain from his injured rib.

Then when Mr. Ford's fist was about to clash with his face, he shouted, "I don't know where my boss is!

I swear! He went into hiding after finding out that your son didn't die in the accident. And he has been

communicating with us through phone calls!"

Seeing a frown settled on Mr. Ford's face, Joe hastily said, "But I have a few ideas of places he could

be! I can help you guys find him!"

Without replying, Mr. Ford pushed him to the floor. Then he looked back at Taylor and said, "Take him."

A couple of minutes after leaving the warehouse, Rome and Mr. Ford were seated in the backseat of

his vehicle, and then Rome's phone suddenly buzzed.

"Is it Catherine?" Mr. Ford asked, looking at him.

Keeping silent, Rome slightly shook his head, frowning at the text message on his phone screen, "I feel

jealous that someone else is stealing your attention away from me. So I want to help you get rid of

him."

"It's the puppets' master," Rome finally said, glancing at Mr. Ford.

Then he wrote back, "What do you mean!?"

It took a couple of seconds before he got a text back, "I know where Big Daddy is, and I'm willing to

give you his location."

"What trick are you up to now?"

"It's not a trick. I just detest that someone is making a move to steal my glory, and is trying to ruin my

plans!"

There was so much going on through Rome's head as he intensely stared at the message, and then

another text displayed on the screen, "After all, if anyone should be the one to kill Mr. Ford's precious

son, it should be me since he took someone important to me!"

For a moment, Rome said nothing as his face grew cold. Then he swayed his gaze on Mr. Ford and

firmly asked, "Have you killed before?!"

It immediately grew quiet between them as Mr. Ford gazed deep into Rome's eyes, and after a couple

of minutes of silence, he answered, "Yes."

"Who!" Rome harshly asked, frowning at him.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because whoever this puppet master is, you took someone from them!"

Instantly, Mr. Ford's eyes grew troubled, and he anxiously thought, "It can't be."

When Catherine slowly raised her eyelids, she hastily squeezed them shut because of the chandelier

light brightness.

‘Did I fall asleep?! Catherine thought, rolling over on her side to avoid the light. 'What's the time now?'

After giving herself a few minutes to fully awake, she grabbed her phone and turned it on, letting out a

silent yawn.

"Why isn't he back home yet?" Catherine thought, sighing heavily.

At that moment, she realized that she had received a couple of messages from an unknown number.

Feeling hesitant, she clicked on her inbox and stared at the pictures that were sent to her.

"They lied!" Catherine mumbled, feeling a sense of anger ceasing her heart.

The room door suddenly opened, and Catherine raised her gaze, frowning as she watched Rome walk

into the room.

Then after he shut the door and locked eyes with her, she sweetly smiled and asked, "How was the

meeting, hon?"

"It was okay," Rome said, striving to keep a calm expression.

Without saying another word to Catherine, he headed into the bathroom.

Then he stopped in front of the mirror, frowned at his reflection, and thought, 'Why won't he answer me!

What is he hiding?'

Staring intensely at the bathroom door, Catherine clenched her brows, pouted, and mumbled in her

head, 'Liar,'