A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 157

Tightening his grip on Earl's hand, Rome knocked him to the ground before angrily punching him countless times in the face.

The pressure that Rome put on Earl's body had him unable to break loose or defend himself as Rome's fist slammed into his jaw, causing him to taste a surge of blood on his tongue.

'He's not going to do it, right?' Catherine thought, staring at the blood on Rome's knuckle as it slammed into Earl's face.

Without talking, K looked at Brook with a hint of worry in his eyes. But he maintained his silence, even though he knew K's stared meant, "Should we intervene?"

After receiving another punch from Rome, Earl struggled, lifted his hands, and grabbed him by the collar.

But Rome held his wrists and yanked his hands away from him, ignoring the fact that the snitches in his palm had ripped, and he was bleeding from the cut.

Then he met Earl's eyes before his fist cluttered on Earl's face, and then he put a hole in his stomach.

"Don’t kill me, don’t kill me… I was stu-pid for mak...ing su..re a sta-rt!” Earl cried in pain.

Although Rome could hear the fear in Earl's voice and saw that he was hurt badly, he didn't hesitate to strike him in the already bleeding nose as he angrily said, "You want me to give you the mercy you never showed to any of your victims!!"

Then his face hardened as he firmly asked, "If you had had the chance to leave here with my wife tonight, would you have shown her mercy if she would have cry and beg you for it!!"

The moment Rome saw a touch of hesitation on Earl's face, he lost it totally, and raised Earl's by his collar and then violently threw him against the table.

A sharp pain surged through Earl's spine when his back slammed into the edge of the table.

Ignoring the agonizing pain tearing through him from the stabbed wound on his side and his bleeding hand, Rome moved for Earl, and with fear glowing in his eyes, Earl tried to escape. But he was too injured to take a step.

Still fueled with rage, Rome grabbed Earl's neck and pinpoint him against the table, staring dead into his red and puffy eyes.

"I'm not the enemy here, Rome!" Earl cried as he tried to catch his breath.

"I have absolutely no patience for useless chit-chat!" Rome coldly uttered, hesitating to tighten his grip on Earl's neck.

Struggling to inhale and exhale, Earl pleadingly stared at Rome and hastily cried, "There's someone who wants your downfall more than me! He…or she knows about things that they shouldn't know."

Then when he felt Rome's grip loosen around his neck a bit, he quickly said, "They are the reason I got entangled with your wife's useless cousin and got involved in this mess with you."

'The puppets' master,' Rome subconsciouly thought as his face deepened into a frown.

After a brief pause, he then focused on Earl's bloody face and asked, "You said, 'he or she…' Does that mean you don't know who this person is?"

Noticing a hint of concern in Rome's eyes, Earl took it as his chance of escape and cunningly said, "Take your hands from around my neck. You don't want me to die knowing such an important information, do you?"

Annoyed by the cockiness in Earl's tone, Rome slowly let go of his neck. Then he took a few steps back and turned away from him for a second before suddenly turning around and slamming his fist into Earl's temple.

Instantly, Earl's blackout and dropped to the floor, losing consciousness.

'I was right. There's a puppet master, and if I want some idea on what or who I'm dealing with, this loser needs to keep breathing.' Rome thought, frowning at Earl.

Then he swayed his gaze on Catherine, and at that moment, she lifted her head and her eyes rested on his.

Without saying anything, Rome walked up to Catherine, and when he was only a foot away from her, he entangled his fingers with her, and said, "Let go home."