A Billionaire In Disguise novel 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.

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,”