Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate novel Chapter 200

Grey found a safe place to park the car before he placed the nose mask on carefully.

“What are you doing?” Jimmy asked, still confused.

“I need to enter that building,” he indicated to the old building in front of them.

“I'm coming with you,” Jimmy said quickly and made to open the door but Grey looked back at him quickly.

“You are staying in the car, Jimmy. You are going to alert me when Don and Beatrice are leaving,” he explained.

Jimmy stared for another moment. “But I can't let you enter on your own. It's dangerous and the elders will never spare me if anything happens to you, ” he wondered aloud, his voice breaking with fear.

Grey pulled a chain from the safe. “That's why I chose you, Jimmy, and not to complain in my ears. Nothing will happen to me,” he stated and opened the door.

“Wait!” Jimmy said suddenly, just as Grey was about to get out. “ At least take this,” he stretched out a gun.

Grey stared at it for a moment and cursed under his breath. “I can't use those, not yet. That's why I got this instead,” he revealed and stepped out of the car.

Jimmy held his head in frustration. His heart raced but he tried not to think much about it. Nothing would happen to Hercules or he was gone as well.

Grey moved quietly, careful not to make a sound until he got to the wall and started climbing. He was good at this as well because his father had trained him as well.

Well, thanks to his father, he was going to survive much longer than he thought, what if his father hadn't prepared him and he eventually died? Grey would not only be useless but he might die earlier than his father.

He stared downward as the security guard walked towards the door by the right. If Caramel was kept in the building, she would be inside the door. Hattie would be attending to Beatrice through the main door.

Grey didn't wait for the security man to walk out of the room before he jumped to the floor, careful not to trip over.

He walked quickly to the door as the knob twisted, signifying that the door would open sooner.

Grey got ready with his chain. Just as the door opened and the man stepped out, Grey was already choking him.

He stepped inside, pulling the man with him so that no one else would notice anything strange from outside.

Someone coughed behind Grey suddenly, startling Grey for a moment. He slowly whirled to see who it was, but instead, he was met with a lot of men in black clothes staring right at him.

“Who are you?”

Thank goodness for the nose mask. Grey rolled his eyes, his hands going firm on the chain with him. “You know,” he started in a thick voice to fake his usual accent. “I don't like questions. I like to

get straight answers.”

The one who asked the question scoffed. “Get him!” he ordered and the men rushed towards Grey.

Grey flung the chain carelessly and made it hit the closer man on the forehead, when it came back at him, he dodged it and made it squeeze around another. Grey pulled with the chain, just in time to avoid another punch.

After Grey had dealt with the last standing man, he heard the door open and he looked up at one of the men making a run for it.

Grey smiled, glad at his success. He turned to look at the last man, the one that made the order earlier.

“Who are you, seriously?”

“I came to get what belonged to me. And If you are going to stop me, I will have to kill you!” Grey threatened in a thick voice.

The man frowned suddenly. “Are you looking for her? For caramel?” he laughed briefly. “You'll never find her here. She'S—,” he was forced to a stop as Grey punched his face, sending him into an unconscious state immediately.

He was so angry and in fact, boiling with rage. He would have killed him but he had no time for him. Though, he knew he could have been right. Maybe Caramel wasn't in that place.

He switched on the light and looked around. There was no one around, though the place looked exactly like a torture room. There was a chair that was almost covered in blood.

Grey's heart took on a fast beat as a thought entered his mind. If the blood actually belonged to Caramel, Grey would kill Hattie

eventually. Not only that, everyone that works and supports Hattie would pay the price.

There were sacks of bags laying around. Grey moved closer to one and tore it. He withdrew some little bags and poured little of its contents on his palm. He observed them and realized they were drugs.

Harry was also doing drugs. Perhaps she was really influencing the judge with her money. Though, Smith’s cream sucked.

Grey stared at the bag for a moment and knew they cost a fortune. And he didn't want to leave empty-handed.