A Billionaire In Disguise novel 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, "Morning,"

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?”