Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Introduction of another son–in–law “Can‘t pay? Too much?” Cindy whined. “I bet you don‘t have more than five hundred dollars in your account,” she teased further.

“I‘m sure of that. I bet he‘s regretting his decision right now,” Charlotte said from behind him.

Grey turned to look at Charlotte for a moment and saw that Kevin was coming over as well and speaking with Philip. He looked back at Cindy and caught a sly smile on her mouth.

Cindy must have intentionally called out to them so that they could watch his disgrace and he bet that they ordered foods that they couldn‘t eat. That kind of behavior is typical of Cindy. “Hi, not paying?” Philip said again.

“I can pay if you don‘t mind. I‘m not that hard,” Kevin boasted. He wasn‘t that hard, yet he had refused to help Grey in times of need. These guys only rub salt on wounds.

“Here,” Grey stretched out his card.

Cindy took it and stared down at the black card. “What are you doing with a black card?”

There was Grey Fox on it.

Cindy looked up at Grey.” You aren‘t Grey Fox, you are Grey Manson. What type of trick are you using here?”

Grey took the card from her. It‘s mine. I‘m Fox. Fox is my father‘s name while Manson is the name of one of the fathers in the orphanage,” he explained and stretched it out to the waiter.

“But how come? You lost your memory, is it back?” Philip questioned, skeptical.

Grey nodded and took the outstretched card. He looked at Cindy, “Am I free to leave?”

Cindy nodded, too shocked to say a word.

Grey walked out of the place. He stopped before his Rolls Royce and thought of what he should do. Avery‘s car wasn‘t among the cars in the parking lot which means that she must have gone home. He entered the car and drove straight to his house. He got a few of his clothes and shoes, then drove back to Robinson‘s house. The money he took from the bank was still in the car in his back seat.

Stepping out of the car, he noticed that a blue Rolls Royce was in the garage. The particular Rolls Royce wasn‘t like Grey‘s car in his design. The one he was staring at was a perfect definition of what the rich men would love to ride in because the exterior showed how much rich the owner was unlike his own which was built to deceive the public.

Avery‘s car was also parked in the garage and he wondered if caramel was the owner of the Rolls Royce.

He walked inside nevertheless, with a bag of clothes. As he stepped inside, a different deodorant hit his nose.

“Thank you so much, I‘m so glad,” Benjamin said.