A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 102

The days went by naturally, and on Saturday, Rome left the Barlow mansion early that morning even before Catherine could wake up.

By seven-fifteen, Mr. Orlando drove the vehicle into the yard, and when he turned off the engine, Rome got out and headed inside.

It took him a while, but he finally arrived in the living room. Then he walked over to the couch, sat down, and said, “Good morning, Father.”

“You are early.” Mr. Ford mumbled, closing his newspaper.

Staring at his watch, Rome sighed and said, “I know. But if I had waited for the actual meet-up time, I would have to lie to Catherine. So I left a note instead.”

There was a brief moment of silence. Then Mr. Ford rested his newspaper on the couch as he stood up and said “Well since you are here. How about breakfast?”

“Sure,” Rome mumbled, standing to his feet.

When the daylight had faded a bit at five o'clock, Rome lay in bed, in this huge majestic room that his father had spent a lot of money on interior designs, even though he wasn't using it.

The silence in his room was suddenly disrupted by a buzzing noise, and Rome picked up his phone.

Then he stared at the message on his screen, “Have you eaten?”

Smiling with his eyes, Rome text Catherine back, “Yes. Have you?”

At that moment his door opened, and Butler Hobson walked inside. Then he gazed at Rome and said, “Young master, I got your suit.”

“You can put it on the rack,” Rome mumbled with his focus on his phone as he typed.

“Your father said that I should remind you that both of you leave by six.”

“Okay,”

After Butler Hobson had left the room, Rome looked at the black and gold three-piece suit and smiled slightly before putting his attention back to his screen.

The sky had darkened a bit by six o'clock, and when Rome came downstairs, Mr. Ford was already awaiting him at the bottom of the stairs.

Then both father and son left the mansion and got into a black limousine.

“Good afternoon Master and young master. Are we ready to leave?” Mr. Orlando said with his gaze fixed on the V-mirror.

“Drive,” Mr. Ford commanded.

Without any hesitation, Mr. Orlando put the limousine in gear and drove off with five SUVs driving closely behind them.

At seven-fifty, the vehicles came to a stop, and the doors to the SUVs opened.

Several men, wearing black suits, got down and rushed over to the limousine, and one of them opened its door.

The first person to get out was Rome, and then Mr. Ford stepped down from the vehicle.

“That's a huge yacht,” Rome mumbled, gazing straight ahead of him.

“Well, if you like it, you can get one bigger than that.” Mr. Ford said, feeling a bit annoyed that his son wasn't spending his money like he wanted him to.

“What would I do with a yacht?”

“Whatever everyone else does.”

Giggling faintly, Rome stared at his father and gave him a you-are-unbelievable look.

Then Mr. Ford smirked and said, “Are you ready to head in?”

“Yes,” Rome mumbled, letting out a harsh breath.

A few minutes later, Mr. Ford and Rome got on the yacht, and even though for a brief while, Rome felt nervous, he quickly blended in.

Everything was going smoothly, and Rome was having the time of his life until his eyes caught a glimpse of someone he didn't like.

For a moment, he stared at lady Estelle. Then he hastily turned around when she looked his way, causing her to not see him.

“What's wrong?” Mr. Ford mumbled, noticing the change in his son's mood.

“The lady in the red dress with the gold necklace is Charles’ girlfriend,” Rome whispered with his back still turned to her.

“Are you talking about Estelle?”

“Yes,”

A chuckle escaped Mr. Ford's lips as he said, “Well, Stony would be piss if he hears that.”

“Who’s Stony?” Rome asked, feeling a bit lost.