The taxi stopped at the old railway on lane street, and Rome got out of the car. Then he waited for the driver to drive off before he approached the black Land Rover Defender and got in.
“Good morning, young master.” Mr. Orlando said, gazing at Rome from the front seat.
“Morning,” Rome absentmindedly replied because his entire thought was on getting Catherine those accounts and figuring out a way to go about it.
The driver drove off, and a few minutes later, they made a stop at “Entourage Men Wear,” and Mr. Orlando and Rome headed into the building.
The clerk rushed over to them and slightly bowed. Then he raised his head and said, “Your father had already made a call to us. Your outfit is in the VIP room. Please follow me, sir.”
“This is Jerry. He has been responsible for master wearing for a long time, including yours, when you were little.” Mr. Orlando said, staring at Rome.
“I can remember.” He replied, smiling at Jerry.
Then Rome followed him, and he led him into a luxury room in the back of the boutique.
After a few minutes had passed, Rome came out wearing a dapper grey suit with a black t-shirt, and designer shoes without socks.
“Why is that old man making me dress up?” Rome mumbled, staring at his reflection in the mirror in the corner of the room.
“I don't know, young master. But we should get going.” Mr. Orlando said, gazing at his watch.
They said their goodbyes to Jerry, left the store, and got back into the car.
A few minutes later, Land Rover drove into the BlackStar’s parking lot and Rome got out.
Then he followed Orlando into the building, and without speaking to the fellow at the counter, they marched directly into the VIP area and entered a room.
The moment Rome's gaze met with his father's eyes, he smiled, but all he got was an icy stare.
“You can leave the room.” Mr. Ford said, glaring at Mr. Orlando.
He slightly bowed and hurried out the door, shutting it close behind him.
“Son!” Mr. Ford said, beaming at Rome.
Feeling speechless, all he did was stare at his father's face with confusion in his eyes.
“Why have you abandoned your old man? I barely see you these days. Do I need to schedule a meeting before seeing my son?” Mr. Ford mumbled, frowning at Rome for a second.
“I am sorry, father. But I can't be seen with you just yet.” Rome said, taking a seat on the couch.
“Why, is it because of your wife's family and the way they treat you?”
“How did you know?”
“I'm Mr. Ford. There's no secret hidden from me in this country. Say the word and I can have the entire Barlow family crumbling to dust.”
Staring at his father’s serious expression, Rome drew in a long breath, slowly exhaled, and said, “It will hurt her, and I don't want that. I have my plans, and that doesn't include her losing everything, instead, it's about her gaining it all.”
“Do you love her that much?” Mr. Ford mumbled, stroking his beard.
“It's not about love. It's because she deserves it. After all, she's the only Barlow with an innocent soul and pure heart. Our first encounter made me understand that.”
“Wow, my son is so wise. You takes after your mother. She had a better judgment of people. Ahah, I miss her so much.”
“Me too.”
The two of them sat in silence for a while, then Rome huffed and said, “So, breakfast? I'm starving.”
“Do the Barlows not feed you? You sure you don't want me to destroy them!” Mr. Ford said, slamming his hand on the table.
“Yes, I'm sure. I am only hungry because I was looking forward to having brunch with you, and I didn't want to be full when I arrived.”
“Really?”
“Yes, dad.”
After doubtfully staring at Rome, Mr. Ford tittered, and said, “I was looking forward to us having breakfast too. But this is not only a father and son brunch.”
“What do you mean?” Rome asked.
“I have a few guys that I want you to me.”
“Father, I…”
“I know what you about to say, but all these guys owe me huge debts and are hungry to offer services for the new 2.5 billion resort that I'm planning on building. So they are under my control.”
“Fine. Since that's the case. Let's meet your buddies.”
In excitement, Mr. Ford clapped his hands together and said, “Great, I can wait to rub the fact that I have an heir in the faces of those old geese!”
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