Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate novel Chapter 494

Avery couldn't believe it. She stood rooted to the floor for several minutes.

Was there really a way for two people to have the same tattoo at the same place?

"Don't worry, Maximo. She's safe with me," Grey muttered and turned around, his eyes lingering at the door for a moment. Avery stepped back very quickly, fortunate that she didn't fall or make a noise that would have given her out.

She walked away slowly, with so much on her mind.

At one point, she couldn't work anymore and nearly faltered. Her head felt so heavy, she couldn't really think it deeply. But she had to.

The stylist said it was top-notch information and David wasn't Italian. In fact, he arrived in Italy several days after he was declared dead in Jacksonville.

That aside, what was she supposed to say concerning the way he made her feel? The way she was always reminded of Grey whenever he was with her.

And the tattoo! It was no coincidence, Avery could only come up to one conclusion, That wasn't David, that was Grey.

But there was something else that she still couldn't figure out. Would she say that Grey was a mafia lord?

That was hilarious and credulous. There was no way! Grey was a pauper whose father was merely a friend to Alfred. Well, Alfred could have helped him. And he could have introduced him to Hercules before he died.

Maybe that was how he came to know Maximo. Maybe he wasn't really a mafia lord.

But Avery was grateful that she sobbed quietly. Grey was alive. She thought he was dead and she had never for once stopped blaming herself. How could she have lived peacefully when she knew that she caused half of the misery that Grey had?

But now, he was alive and in fact, he was moving with people of high positions in countries. Who would have thought that Grey would be this successful? He even had a lot of designer clothes.

"Are you crying?" A deep voice boomed from behind her.

Avery froze for a few minutes, but she soon relaxed when she remembered it was Grey.

"Why? Does your hand hurt?" He sounded worried as he walked closer to her. He didn't wait for her to reply before he took her hand and regarded it for a moment before he blew air on them. "Does it really hurt?"

Avery yanked her hand away from him, the tears not willing to stop even though she wanted them to. "What are you doing?"

Grey regarded her for a moment, a bit shocked. "Did something else happen?"

Avery wanted to shout at him and ask him why he made her feel that way. Why couldn't he let her know that he was Grey? Must he torment her the same way she tormented her?

Ok, maybe she didn't. She knew that Grey never loved her. It was so painful to come to that limelight but well, the fact remains.

"Avery, did I do something wrong?"

Avery looked away and thought about it. Did Grey really do something wrong? Of course not, he didn't. She was the only criminal at that moment. It was never Grey's fault to start with.

She took in a sighing breath. "You did nothing. I just discovered I'm not feeling well. I'm leaving earlier. You can continue with the interview," she muttered.