A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 11

When Mr. Orlando, Blake, and Rome arrived at Mr. Jeffrey's office, his secretary gazed away from the computer and stared at them with an unbothered expression.

“Mr. Jeffrey is busy. So expect you have an appointment, you guys should come another time.” He said, placing his focus back on the keyboard.

Anger settled on Mr. Orlando's face, but when he gazed at Rome calm expression, he knew not to act without an order for his young master, so he kept silent.

“Hi, I know we don't have an appointment with Mr. Jeffrey, but I have something urgent to tell him. So can you inform him that Lady Catherine's husband is here to see him?” Rome said with a half-smile.

“Seriously, I'm not going to repeat myself. So you guys should leave.” The secretary said, typing aggressively on the keyboard without staring at Rome.

A soft sigh escaped Rome's lips as he gazed at Mr. Orlando and slightly nodded his head.

“Excuse me, Tell Mr. Jeffrey that Mr. Orlando is here to see him.” Mr. Orlando said with a frown.

The secretary immediately stopped typing and gazed wide-eyed at him with a shaky smile on his lips.

“Mr. Ford's right-hand man is you?” He asked, hastily standing from his seat.

Then he slightly bowed and said, “I am sorry, Mr. Orlando. This is my first time meeting you. I'm sorry for my ignorance.”

A look of disbelief crossed Blake's face as he slightly shook his head, pitying the secretary for his arrogance and ignorance.

“Inform your boss about our presence.” Mr. Orlando said with a frown.

“Yes, sir. Please wait a moment.” The secretary said.

Then he hastily sat down, picked up the phone, and made a call.

Mr. Jeffrey's gaze swayed away from his documents and focused on his phone. Then he sighed and answered the call.

“What is it, Lucas?” Mr. Jeffrey asked, twirling his pen.

“Sir, Miss Catherine’s husband is here to see you,” Lucas mumbled, staring at Mr. Orlando's angry eyes.

“How bold of him! He's just a worthless nobody. Does he think his presence will sway my decision and give his wife the project? Hah, what a joker. Send him home!”

“But sir, he's with Mr. Orlando.”

“Mr. Who! Why didn't you say that sooner? Let them in now!”

A bright smile surfaced on Lucas's lips as he set the phone down and stared at Mr. Orlando.

“Please go in. My boss is expecting you guys.” He said, widening his smile.

But his smile quickly faded when he saw the cold stare Rome gave him as he walked past the desk.

“Hah, Mr. Orlando! How lovely it is to see you! Please sit down.” Mr. Jeffrey said, clapping his hands together.

Ignoring his remark, Mr. Orlando remained standing and ushered Rome to a couch.

‘What’s going on? Why is Mr. Ford's right-hand man paying respect to this loser?’ Mr. Jeffrey thought, staring at Rome as he sat down.

When their eyes met, he smirked and said, “Hello, Mr. Jeffrey. This is our first time meeting, so let me introduce myself. I'm Rome, Rome Ford.”

“Yo-u a-re wh-o…? Mr. Ford's son? I thought you went missing years ago?” Mr. Jeffrey said, wiping his palm on his trouser to dry the sweat.

“I'm back. But I'm not here to play catch up. I came on behalf of my wife.”

“Right! Yes, Lady Catherine. Haha, she's a very talented woman. T-he pro-ject! Hahaha, what I said last night, those words were out of anger, I didn't mean it. She can have the project.”

Staring at the shaky smile on Mr. Jeffrey’s face, Rome sat down and rested back on the couch, rubbing his index finger against his lip.

“I don't want you to give my wife the project because of me, I need you to give it to her because she worked hard for that contract and got cheated out of it,” Rome stated, sounding a bit agitated.

“Cheated?” Mr. Jeffrey dumbfoundedly mumbling.

Silence fell in the room, and Blake suddenly dropped to his knees. He then looked at Rome for a moment, before gazing at Mr. Jeffrey.

“I am Miss Catherine's secretary. The one you spoke to yesterday. I lied to you about everything. Lady Catherine did not go on a date with her husband, instead, she was at hotel Oscar waiting for you!” Blake shouted, resting his palm against his thighs.

“What?” Mr. Jeffrey mumbled in dismay.