A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 10

The morning breeze blew the leaves of the sidewalk as Blake walked to the bus stop.

The moment he sat down on the bench, three black Limousines drove towards the bus stop and

stopped in front of him.

Then Mr. Orlando got out of one of the first cars and approached him.

“You are Blake, right?” He asked, sitting down on the bench.

“Yes, is there a problem? Did I offend Mr. Ford?” Blake mumbled, hugging his bag tightly.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because there are rumors that say, ‘if Mr. Orlando visits you then you are in trouble with Mr. Ford.”

“Well, that's true. But I am not here because of my master.”

“Huh?”

The color drained from his face as he stared wide-eyed at Mr. Orlando and saw that he had a smirk on

his lips.

“My young master wants a word with you.” Mr. Orlando said, with a straight face.

“Who? Mr. Ford has a son?” Blake asked, sounding more afraid than shocked.

“Yes. This meeting would have taken a whole other route if my young master didn't order me not to

leave a scar on you. So can you get into the car on your own?”

“But I don't even know Mr. Ford's son, how did I offend him?”

“I don't know. Are you going to get in the car or not?”

After a slight moment of hesitation, Blake stood to his feet, walked over to the limousine, and got in the

back seat.

“Wise choice.” Mr. Orlando mumbled, standing from the bench. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Then he got in the front seat of the limousine and the cars drove off.

A minute later, Mr. Orlando took out his phone and made a call.

The event from last night caused Catherine to have a sleepless night, and as she laid in bed, wild

awake, Rome's phone ringtone echoed in the room.

She waited for a few seconds, and when he didn't wake up, she got down from the bed and walked

over to where he was sleeping on an air mattress.

Then she squatted and stared at his peaceful resting face before gazing at his phone screen.

“Unknown number? I wondered who's calling?” Catherine whispered, reaching for the phone.

But before she could get a hold of it, Rome suddenly raised his eyelids, and she paused, staring into

his eyes with an awkward smile on her face.

“What are you doing?” He asked without blinking.

“Your phone is ringing,” Catherine mumbled, withdrawing her hand to her side.

A yawn escaped Rome's lips as he sat up and did a little stretch. Then his head shifted in her direction,

and he flashed her a grin before grabbing his phone and answering the call.

“Good morning,” Rome said, staring at Catherine's curious expression.

“I got him, young master.” Mr. Orlando’s voice echoed into his ear.

“Location,”

“23 street. Warehouse number 7.”

“I will be there in a short while.”

After Rome ended the call, he beamed at Catherine, scratching the back of his hair.

“Wife, can I be excused from work today. I applied for a part-time job and got accepted.” Rome said.

“Is the allowance that I give you not sufficient?” Catherine mumbled.

“I can't live on your money forever. I want to make a name for myself, so I can be the man that you

deserve. I want you to be proud to call me your husband.”

“Fine, you can go.”

Although Catherine tried not to show it in her expression, she was moved by Rome's determination and

somewhat impressed by it.

At nine o'clock, Rome arrived at the warehouse and walked inside.

The moment Blake saw him, he furrowed his brows and frowned.

“Why is my boss’s useless husband here? Is she the one who offended Mr. Ford's son, and now he's

taking it out on the people close to her?” Blake shouted.

Then he stared at Mr. Orlando with a pleading expression and said, “I'm not close to Lady Catherine! In

fact, the only reason I work for her is that Miss Chloe pays me to. So please let me go.”

“How dare you call my young master useless! Are you counting death!” Mr. Orlando shouted, balling his

fists.

“Huh? He's who?”

“You are looking at Mr. Ford's only heir.”

A look of confusion settled on Blake’s face. Then he gave a nervous chuckle as he stared at Rome.

“You are not useless, but the only child to the wealthiest man in the country?” Blake asked, feeling the

hair stand on his neck.

“Yes,” Rome mumbled, sitting down in the chair with a cold expression on his face.

“Rome. No, I mean, boss. It was not my idea to give Lady Catherine the wrong address. Miss Chloe

paid me to do it. Please don't hurt me! I have a wife and kid.”

“Well, I'm not going to, if you are willing to confess those exact words to the Barlow family and Mr.

Jeffrey.”

An awkward silence fell in the room. Then Rome noticed the hesitation in Blake’s eyes, and he gazed

at Mr. Orlando.

“Young master, he isn't married and neither does he have a kid. Instead, he lives with his mother in a

tiny house on Roside street.” Mr. Orlando said.

Rome's gaze swayed towards Blake and sweat dripped down Blake’s forehead as he stared back at

him.

“I don't like people lying to me. When they do, I get mad, and you don't want me to get mad, right,

Blake?” Rome firmly said, slamming his fist into his palm.

“No! I will confess. I will do whatever you want me to do. Please don't hurt my mother! She is sick.”

Blake said, dropping to the ground on both knees with tears in his eyes.

When Rome gazed back at Mr. Orlando, he slightly nodded his head and said, “Yes, young master. His

mother suffered from kidney failure.”

“Do what I asked of you and your mother will be fine. Is that clear?” Rome said, giving Blake an icy

stare.

Without a single hesitation, he shook his head and slowly stood up to his feet.

“Give me your order, and I will follow it to the letter,” Blake said.

“Good. We have an appointment with Mr. Jeffrey.” Rome said with a smirk.