A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 175

The office was awfully quiet as Rome looked at Mr. Jackson. Then his eyes became cold and his mood shifted from calm to dominant as he asked, "Is there something you are not telling me?"

"Of course not! I was just wondering why you are so invested in the person that has been texting me" Mr. Jackson asked in confusion.

Maintaining eye contact with him, Rome rested back in his seat and said, “I say this most respectfully, 'It's none of your business. So are you going to give me the phone or not?"

"I see, Mr. Ford doesn't trust me that's why you wouldn't be clear with me."

Staring intensely at Mr. Jackson, Rome stayed composed and silent, knowing fully well that truth was something he couldn't afford to give a stranger, especially with his current situation.

“I know your phone is also your privacy and I have no business accessing it. So, can you write the number on a sheet instead?" Rome calmly uttered, finally realizing what the issue was.

“Mr. Ford is a wise young man,” Mr. Jackson said with a smile as he reached for the pen on the desk.

Then he took his time and wrote thirteen digits on a piece of paper and placed it in front of Rome.

For a moment, he gazed at Mr. Jackson, and afterward, he looked down at the paper for a couple of seconds before picking up his phone.

After inputting the number, Rome dialed it and rested his phone against his ear, waiting patiently for a response.

The call suddenly got canceled, and he looked at the screen, second-guessing if he should call it again or send the number to Scar to get his team to trace it since it was going through.

Finally deciding that he was going to send it to Scar, Rome was about to text him, when a message appeared on his screen, "It is extremely unpleasant to hear your voice that's why I didn't answer your call. But whatever you have to say to me, text it now because this number becomes unavailable in ten minutes, or less if you try to trace it."

While Rome was still trying to process how the person knew his number, he got another message, "Oh, and say 'hi' to Jackson for me."

"Who are you!?" Rome wrote back, frowning at his phone screen.

"Nine minutes! You are wasting precious time by asking a useless question!"

"Why are you coming after me!? What did are do to you?!"

"I will help you since you are dumb at asking the right questions! You should be inquiring about what your father has done to me to make me come after you!"

Even though Rome didn't show it, he felt like he was about to burst from the frustration and feeling of curiosity that was crowding his heart and mind.

"Okay! What did my father do to you then!?" Rome texted, waiting impatiently for a response.

A couple of seconds went by before he got one, "A very bad thing that makes me despise him with everything in my bones!"

"I might not know what you have been through or the offense that my father has done to you, but we can talk about it. How about we set up a meeting? Just you and me?"

"Nah! I really like the plans that I have in motion, and I want to see it through, especially since it ends with your father's coldblooded heart getting broken into pieces."

It took Rome quite a length of time to get the intense anger he felt under control as he stared at his inbox.

Then he took a deep breath and wrote back, "I really want to amend whatever he has done, so please consider my suggestion for a meet-up."

Covering his face with the palm of his hand, Rome drew a deep breath. Then when he heard his phone buzz, he hastily stared at his screen, "Your time is up. But it was a pleasure talking to you, knowing that it will ruin your day and make you restless."

"Come on. I'm sure we can work something out." Rome wrote in his inbox.