A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 8

Early that morning as the Barlow family sat at the dining table, having breakfast, Roland remained standing like always.

He wasn't allowed to eat with them since Madame Rosey considered him to be a worthless son-in-law that didn't deserve to eat expensive meals that he had not work for.

“Catherine,” Mr. Barlow said, gently laying his fork down on the plate.

“Yes, grandfather,” Catherine mumbled, looking away from her food and focusing on his eyes.

“Take your husband to the company and find something useful for him to do. It will diminish the Barlow family reputation if people find out that your husband is nothing but a house help.”

“Yes, grandfather.”

Suddenly, madam Rosey put down her fork and glared at Rome before she calmly stared at her husband.

“Do you think it's wise to have him meddling in the company? He's a fool with no educational background. It will be troublesome if he goes there and becomes a burden.” Madame Rosey said, sounding annoyed.

“What can we do? He can't keep on doing house chores for the rest of his life. We have to make him worth something to this family.” Mr. Barlow said, sighing heavily.

Hearing them speak about him in such a manner had Roland desperately wanting to laugh, yet he kept a straight face and listen.

“Grandmother, don't stress yourself. We will make sure to keep our dear brother-in-law in check, right Charles, Jeff, and Richard?” Chloe said, smirking at her cousins.

‘Why is she getting us involved?’ The three of them thought, staring at her with a frown on their faces.

“Well, Chloe, darling, that's so thoughtful of you. Grandma can feel a bit at ease now.” Madame Rosey said.

Suddenly, Charles put his meat on the plate and said, “Grandmother, you don't have to worry. I will make sure that Rome does not cause any trouble for the company.”

“Me too, grandma. You can count on me to keep Rome in order.” Jeff hastily uttered, setting his teacup down.

“Yes, grandmother. I will make certain that the company's reputation remains intact.” Richard mumbled, eyeing his cousins.

“Well, that's great.” Madame Rosey said.

Then her gaze swayed towards Rome and she scowled at him.

“Don't you dare make trouble for this family again!” Madame Rosey lashed out.

“I won't dare,” Rome mumbled, hanging his head low.

After breakfast was over, the family dismissed, and Rome and Catherine got into her car and she drove out of the fence.

Then she stopped at a nearby cafe and headed inside.

A few minutes later, she returned to the car with a box of donuts and handed it to Rome along with a cup of coffee.

“You should eat something. Knowing Chloe, Charles, and Jeff, they are not going to make today easy for you. So don't let them get to you and make you cause trouble for both of us.” Catherine mumbled.

“I wouldn't,” Rome said, smiling at her.

But she rolled her eyes at him and stepped on the accelerator, driving off.

When they arrived at the company and entered the building, Rome and Catherine met her cousins in the lobby.

For a moment, Charles, Jeff, and Richard gazed at Rome and then they turned their focus on Chloe.

“Cowards,” she mumbled, glaring at them.

Then she walked over to Catherine, and Rome with a smirk on her lips.

“Catherine, you don't have any use for your husband, right?” Chloe said, smiling with her eyes.

“No, why?” Catherine asked with a calmness in her expression.

“Well then, can you lend him to me? I am having a meeting and need an extra set of hands in the conference room.”

“Sure.”

For a moment, Catherine hesitated as she stared at Rome. Then she walked away, leaving him with her cousins.

The entire six hours, Rome spent it serving tea to Chloe and her colleagues, printing several papers for Charles, getting lunch for Jeff and every one of his employees, carrying documents back and forth from Richard's office to different departments in the company.

After being their errands boy for half of the day, they finally sent him back to Catherine and when she saw him, her heart sank.

“What happened to your coat?” Catherine asked, staring at the dark stain on Rome's jacket.

“Oh, Chloe said that I made her coffee too hot, so she spilled it on me,” Rome mumbled.