Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Deep Resent

“Do you know him?” Charles asked as he sensed that Grey was shocked.

Grey nodded briefly. “I do. I mean someone that looks like him at Jacksonville. In fact, I’ve met him twice, or have I been seeing him wrong?”

Francesco laughed. “No, it’s the same person. Mattee told me a lot about you and I couldn’t help but wonder who you have really turned out to be.”

Grey stared at James, still confused.

James moved nearer and sat beside Francesco. “Hi Grey, I’m Mattee,” he stretched out his hand for a handshake which Grey caught with raised brows. “Also known as James in your city and by you obviously,” he revealed.

So, Grey was right. It really was James but Grey just couldn’t believe it. How was James able to do it? There was no attachment at all.

Three barmen walked nearer with a bucket of ice.

“Let’s drink!” Francisco announced happily.

Charles regarded him for a moment before he moved a bit closer to Grey. “Francesco looked happy today. Are you sure we shouldn’t have brought the men? Or suspended the meeting?” he was bothered about the weird attitude. Everyone knows how dangerous Francesco was and how he doesn’t really go deep into smiling so much with people.

“No, never mind. It’s really under control. I’m sure we will be able to find the reason why he’s sounding this. way,” Grey assured.

Charles nodded briefly and picked up his glass of wine.

“So, tell me. What brought you here,” Francescl inquired.

“Well, I thought we could talk about that tomorrow. I don’t think it’s ideal to talk about business on a day. like this,” Grey smiled and picked up his cup of wine.

Francisco laughed. “I love that attitude!”

“Are you spending the night?” James was a bit shocked. He looked excited anyways.

Grey nodded briefly and regarded him for a moment. “I’m sure you have a lot to say to me.”

“Well, it was an important mission and Mattee came back with a nice result. Hercules has been missing since ten years ago when your father died. Actually, we thought you died as well,” he sighed. “Even though your father used to be my friend, there was nothing we could do about it when it came to supporting another mafia lord,” Francesco explained.

Charles blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Giovanni sent me a letter a year ago to support him as I have always been doing every year. I’m one of the mafia lords that Italy rests on. With my influence, it’s very easy to win the necessary awards,” Francesco explained further.