A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 177

“Knock, knock…” K called out as he stood at the room door with Mr. Orlando by his side.

For a moment, Rome blankly gazed at the wall. Then he slowly turned his head and stared at the two of them.

After shutting the door behind him, Mr. Orlando followed K further into the room and then they both pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down.

“How are you doing now?” K asked, still feeling concerned because, among the three of them, Rome was the one who took the hit.

“I'm fine. It's nothing that a few painkillers can not fix. How about you two?" Rome calmly uttered.

"We are okay. The doctor cleared us."

"Good, now, back to business, since Scar and the others are busy, I want you to call 'Mike,' and tell him that I need every tiniest bit of information on the truck driver."

Hesitating for a moment, K took a long look at Rome and then asked, "Do you think that the puppets' master behind the accident?"

"No. We talked today, and he seemed to have this whole plan that he wants to execute to take me down, so I don't think this is his work." Rome uttered without a doubt in his mind.

"But then, who would want to kill you?"

"How about you stop asking questions that I can't possibly answer, call Mike, and then we can find things out together, okay!?"

Without wasting a second, K pulled out his phone from his pocket and said, "Yes, boss! I will do it right now!"

At sharp eleven on the dot, the truck driver took his gaze off the wall clock when he heard the room door open.

Then he remained still on the hospital bed, staring at the doorway with fear in his every gaze as he watched Rome, K, Mr. Orlando, and a few men in black suits entering the room.

'They have multiplied. I'm fuck!' He anxiously thought. 'Calm down, Ricky! He's Rome Ford! There's no way he will kill me. But that other fool will within a heartbeat!'

After the last guy slammed the door shut, Ricky felt his heart miss its rhythm, and he hastily said with a friendly smile, "How did you guys check up when? Is everything okay? They didn't find out anything wrong with you guys' bodies, right?"

"Well, my spine still feels like someone hit a baseball bat into it. But that's not what we are here to talk about, Ricky." Rome calmly uttered, dragging a chair toward the hospital bed.

Then he stopped, turned the chair around, placed his legs on both sides of the chair, and sat down, using the back of the chair as an armrest.

Placing his chin on his fist, Rome smiled stiffly at the driver, seeing the look of confusion on his face, and said, "Now, Ricky, are you wondering how I figured out your name?"

When Ricky didn't answer, Rome's expression remained the same, and he continued, "I'm extremely good at finding out what I want to know and trust me, I go to great, or bad lengths to get it. So how about we don't waste each other's time and tell me the truth, hmm?"

Dressing back on the bed as his eyes darted from left to right, Ricky swallowed hard and mumbled, "I rea-lly di-d me-an to hit you gu-ys?"

"Is that right, Ricky Perry?" Rome coldly uttered, losing his smirk. "You see the problem is I don't believe you because every car stopped, and you did for a minute but sped off toward us the moment you saw our car! So, should we start this over?"

When Ricky didn't answer, Rome's eyes darkened as he coldly uttered, "How's little Jennifer Perry doing? Is she performing well in 'Shining star institution?"