A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 21

The bathroom door opened and Rome walked into the room.

His lips curved into a soft smile as he stared at Catherine's sleeping face. Then he walked over to the closet, took out his clothes, and got dressed.

As he was about to wear his shoes, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. So he grabbed it, sat on the edge of the bed, and answered the call.

“Good morning, boss. What is it?” Rome asked, eyeing Catherine for a moment.

“Good morning, young master. We have been watching the team members for weeks, and we have discovered three traitors, and they are responsible for purchasing the raw material for the winery.” Mr. Orlando's voice flowed into his ear.

“Really? Go on.”

“We discovered that they have been pre-ordering cheaper materials with third-rate quality from the Whitewater Construction store, instead, of the first class materials your wife requested.”

“I'm on my way.”

After ending the call, Rome stared down at Catherine, and her eyelids slowly raised.

Then she sleepily stared at him and mumbled, “Where are you going this early?”

“I got to get to the constitution site. My boss needs me at work.” Rome said, gently pushing her hair behind her ear.

“Umm… Okay, take care.” Catherine mumbled, slowly shutting her eyes.

Smiling faintly, Rome leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. Then he stood from the bed and left the room.

“Where are you going so early, loser?” Charles asked, when he saw Rome walking from the opposite direction.

When Rome didn't say a word, Charles waited for him to come closer. Then he hit him in the shoulder.

But Rome ignored his cousin-in-law and walked past him with only one answer on his mind, ‘I'm heading out to ruin your plans.’

After the uber stopped at the old railway on lane street, Rome got out of the car and paid the driver.

Then he waited for the vehicle to drive off before he walked over to the Bugatti La Voiture Noire and got in.

“Where to, young master?” Mr. Orlando said, gazing at Rome through the V-mirror.

“We have a meeting with the CEO of the Whitewater Construction store,” Rome said, relaxing back on the seat.

It took a forty minutes drive. Then Mr. Orlando finally drove the car in the parking lot of the Whitewater INC.

Afterward, he gazed behind and said, “We are here, young master.”

For a moment, Rome gazed at the blue skyscraper. Then he picked up the black cap on the car seat and wore it.

After that, he grabbed a dark shade and put it on his face before wearing a knee-length jacket.

“Let's go,” Rome said, pushing the car door open.

When he and Mr. Orlando had got down from the car, they walked into the building and headed straight for the front desk in the lobby.

“Hello, what can I do for you?” The receptionist asked with her focus on the computer screen.

“Tell Jerome that I'm here to see him.” Mr. Orlando said, gazing at her.

Swaying her focus away from the keyboard, she lifted her head and met his eyes. Then her expression quickly softened.

“Yes, sir.” She hastily said, grabbing the telephone.