A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 113

At six o'clock, Mr. Barlow's limousine drove into the yard, and just a few distances behind it was Catherine's Sedan.

Both cars came to a stop in the garage, and Rome got down from the Sedan. Then Mr. Barlow and Catherine got out of his limousine.

Afterward, they headed into the mansion, and Mr. Barlow went into the living room while Rome escorted Catherine upstairs to their bedroom.

When Richard's gaze met with his grandfather's eyes, he felt his heart missed a beat as Mr. Barlow walked directly to him, and then he stopped a step away from Richard.

"Why did you take the mug?" Mr. Barlow coldly asked in a fit of anger.

"What mug?" Richard nervously mumbled.

"Don't play stupid with me!"

"I don't know what you are talking about grandfather!"

Everyone else in the room looked confused about Mr. Barlow's words, and giving in to her curiosity, Madam Rosey asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Catherine got drugged today, and the coffee mug that she drank from, Richard took it out of the conference room. So now, what I want to know is, 'why!" Mr. Barlow asked, glaring at his grandson.

A frown swept across Jeff's face, realizing that his brother had messed up.

Overwhelmed with anger, Edward looked at Richard and lashed out, "Can't you guys just let my daughter be! What has she done to have you all attacking her from every angle!"

"I didn't pay someone to drug Catherine," Richard boldly said, standing from the couch.

Sighing softly, Jeff slightly shook his head, feeling disappointed in his brother's reckless choice of words.

"I did not say you paid someone to drug her." Mr. Barlow coldly uttered.

At this point, everyone's eyes were on him, and Richard felt pressure by all the stares, but he wasn't willing to crack just yet.

Keeping a straight face, Richard walked past Mr. Barlow and then said, "I assumed that that is what you were speculating."

"That was a precise assumption. Don't you think?" Mr. Barlow angrily asked, turning around to face him.

"Look. I feel bad that Catherine got drugged. But I didn't do what you are clearly accusing me of."

"Why take the mug then!"

"It was pretty, and I liked it. So I took it."

The fact that his grandson was making a fool out of him was enraging Mr. Barlow, and yet he couldn't do a thing because the employee that served them that morning was nowhere to be found.

Also, since his family had suffered such tragic humiliations in the past, he didn't want to get the police involved, knowing that it would just damage their family reputation even further.

"Do not take me as a fool, Richard!" Mr. Barlow lashed out.

"I could never! What I say is the truth, grandfather. I'm not the one behind Catherine getting drugged." Richard casually said.

Even though he acted with a carefree attitude, he was feeling tense from all the questions, and he knew he had to get out of there, or else he would crack.

So, he ignored his grandfather's angry eyes and headed for the doorway. But as he was about to walk out of the living room, his way was blocked by Rome.

A half-smile surface on Richard's face, and he moved his lips to speak. But his words got stuck in his head when suddenly, Rome's fist viciously met with his right cheek, sending him a few steps back into the living room.

With rage burning in his eyes, Rome rushed for Richard's shirt, collared him, and dragged him toward the wall before slamming his back into the solid concrete.

"How dare you hurt my wife!" Rome roared in his face.

Everyone else looked afraid as they watched Rome pressed Richard against the wall before landing a blow in his stomach.

"Ha...ve you lo-st yo… mind…" Richard mumbled, coughing aggressively as he tried to pushed Rome off him.

In a fit of rage, Jeff got off the couch and approached Rome from the back. But when he was only two steps away, Rome let go of Richard and turned around.

Then without holding back, he swung his foot at Jeff, stepping him in his stomach and causing him to lose his balance and dropped to the floor, landing hard on his butt.

"My wife is not to be tempered with!" Rome shouted, clutching his fist.

With pride in his eyes, Edward smiled as he stared at Rome, feeling a bit glad that Catherine was married to someone who could stand up for her.