A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 42

The sound of his ringtone forced Rome to raise his eyelids, and his gaze rested on Catherine, sleeping peacefully on his arm.

Then he slowly pulled his hand from under her, picked his phone from the nightstand, and got out of bed.

Afterward, he left the room, stood by the door, and answered the call.

“Boss.” Brook’s voice echoed into his ear.

“Speak,” Rome said, leaning against the wall.

“It has happened.”

“I will meet you guys at the casino.”

After ending the call, Rome was about to go back into the room when he saw Jeff, hurrying down the hallway with his phone pressed against his ear.

“What? Faulty wiring! I'm on my way.” Jeff said as he marched past Rome without looking his way.

Taking in a deep breath, Rome pushed the door open and headed inside.

By seven, he and Catherine came downstairs and met everyone seated in the living room.

“What's going on?” Catherine mumbled, noticing the distress on everyone's faces.

No one spoke for a while. Then she met her father's gaze, and he said, “Warehouse 2091 is on fire.”

“What? How?”

“Well, the warehouse had a power outage yesterday. The electricians did some work on the wires by noon. But this morning, the warehouse is in flames.”

For a moment, Catherine said nothing, then her gaze swayed towards Chloe, and she felt her heart miss a beat.

“Can you all just say out loud what you guys are already thinking!” Chloe abruptly said, glaring at the faces in the room.

With his icy gaze fixed on her, Anthony frowned and coldly asked, “Are you the one behind this?”

“Why will my daughter do such a thing!” Elijah shouted, scowling at his brother.

“To sabotage my son's hard work! That warehouse was filled with construction materials for Mr. Richmond’s project.”

“But that warehouse also belongs to us, ‘Barlows’, and is worth two million dollars! Why would my daughter hurt this family just to get at your son!”

“Because she is spiteful just like her father!”

“Spiteful!”

In a fit of rage, Mr. Barlow glared at Elijah and coldly intoned, “Chloe is not two, is she?”

“But father, Anthony is spilling nonsense about my child,” Elijah said with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

“I don't expect such a ridiculous attitude from you, Eli! Let Chloe speak on her behalf!”

“Sorry, father.”

Watching everyone's gaze swayed towards her, Chloe pulled her brow together in a frown and said, “I'm not behind the fire.”

“Like you are fooling anyone by saying that.” Richard mockingly said.

“I swear. This isn't my doing!”

“You seem so set on getting revenge on my brother. You even told me three weeks ago to warn him to back down or you will strike.”

When Chloe looked her grandmother away, tears began rolling from the corners of her eyes as she pitifully said, “Grandmother, I'm innocent. The warehouse fire is not my doing.”

For a moment, Madam Rosey kept her silence. But as she watched the tears fall from her granddaughter’s chin, her heart softened.

“Chloe wouldn't be this reckless to do something this damaging to the family.” Madam Rosey said, gazing at her husband.