A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 7

The car was silent as Orlando drove Rome back to the Barlow mansion.

A few distances away from the fence, Rome tapped Orlando on his shoulder, and he jumped in fear.

“How can I help you, young master?” Orlando shouted, hunching his shoulders.

“Stop me here,” Rome mumbled, leaning back on his seat.

Without any hesitation, Orlando stepped on the brake and turned the car off.

When Rome got down, Orlando pushed the car door open and rushed out. Then he got down on both knees and rested his forehead against the ground.

“Young master, forgive me. I was stupid for attacking you in the past. This humble servant needs to be punished!” Orlando cried out loud.

“Punch me and we can call it even,” Rome said, staring down at him.

When Orlando lifted his head and saw in Rome's expression that he wasn't kidding, he felt even more afraid.

“Young master, I can never lay a hand on you. I will lose my life if I did. Please, any other punishment will be fine, but not this one, please!” Orlando said, trembling as sweats rolled down his face.

“This is not a punishment, but an order. I need you to hit me so hard that it will leave a cut.” Rome intoned.

Seeing that Rome was serious, Orlando slowly got up from the ground, balled his fist, and viciously punched him.

“Great,” Rome mumbled, gently touching the cut above his brow.

“No hard feelings, right, young master?” Orlando said, taking a step back as he stared at the smirk on Rome's face.

But before he could get a chance to react, Rome had swung his fist at him, hitting his nose, then the second punch slammed against his cheek.

“No hard feelings. Now we are even.” Rome mumbled.

“Tha-nk y-ou, master, for showing me mercy,” Orlando shouted, spitting his broken tooth into his palm.

Then he watched Rome walk towards the gate and enter the fence before he got into the Mercedes and drove off.

The moment Rome arrived in the living room, the entire members of the Barlow family were waiting for him.

“There's our good for nothing son-in-law who has brought nothing but shame onto this household.” Madame Rosey said, scowling at Rome.

She met his calm gaze with an icy stare and then turned to her husband.

“What did you do to Mr. Ford to get on his bad side?” Mr. Balow asked, taking his sight off his wife and placing it on Rome.

“My father and I owe him a debt.” Rome mumbled.

As he stared at the faces in the room, all he saw in their expression was anger, hate, and disgust.

“That sly old fox. Is that why he used such a dirty trick to get you into this family? That old goat and you are nothing but leeches.” William, the third son of the Barlow family screamed.

“Why would you cause trouble with Mr. Ford and use our family as a shield? You are really disgusting!” Andrew, the third son of the Barlow family shouted.

Inside, Rome was burning with anger, hearing them speak about Mr. Miller in such a manner, yet he held it all in.

“Do you want to drag this family in the mud with you!” Elijah, the first son of the Barlow family screamed.

When Rome didn't answer, an awkward silence dragged on for a while, yet Rome could tell what they were thinking from their faces without them uttering a word.