A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 203

Without opening her eyes, Catherine's hands stroked the sheets, and then she grabbed a phone before raising her eyelids.

"Six-fifty! It's still so early?" Catherine groaned in annoyance.

Then she looked to the left and pouted at the empty sheets, bothered that Rome wasn't there.

"Did he go to work already again?" Catherine mumbled, still feeling drowsy as she sat up in bed.

Swaying her gaze back on the phone, Catherine swiped right on its screen and took a long look at its wallpaper before mumbling, "Oh, it's Rome's. That means he is still here."

As she was about to toss the blanket off her, the bedroom door opened, and Rome walked in with a tray.

"You are awake?" Rome mumbled, smiling as he shut the door with his foot.

"What's going on?" Catherine whispered with a wild smile.

After Rome reached the bed, he carefully set the tray on the comforter and said, "Peace offering for how busy I have been these days."

Looking down at a mug of enriched coffee with flavored syrups, whipped cream and dusting powders, a plate of bacon, toast, and heart shape pancakes, Catherine felt speechless as she clapped her hand over her mouth and her eyes got watery.

"The workload has been a bit suffocating these past weeks," Rome said, tugging her hair behind her ear as he stared into her wet eyes.

"I understand, hon," Catherine said, giving him a heartily smile. "I didn't have a problem with it then, and I don't have a problem with it now."

"But back then, you were working, and we were leaving together so you might not have felt it. But now…"

"You noticed?"

"Of course. You are my wife. I notice everything about you."

Although Catherine didn't speak, the way her eyes sparkled as she gazed at Rome, he didn't need to hear a word from her to understand what she was feeling.

After picking up a toast, Rome looked at her and said, "Give it a try. I made them myself."

Without hesitating Catherine smiled and then bit into the bread, keeping her eyes on his.

As Catherine was about to take another bit, Rome's phone buzzed, and she paused, looking away from the toast.

Then she picked up the phone, looked at the screen, and said, "It's Rick,"

"Oh," Rome said, resting the toast on the plate before taking the phone from her.

After accepting the call, he calmly uttered, "What is it, Rick?"

"Good morning, Sir! Sorry to inform you this early. I overheard Charles's conversation yesterday, and I think you have to make your move now if you want to save DreamTeam or it's never!" Rick's voice echoed into Rome's ear, and his expression hardened.

Then he took a long look at Catherine and said, "I got it. I'm on my way."

After Rome ended the call, he slightly squeezed the phone and mumbled, "I got to…"

"Go. I'm fine. Your dads are taking me out to a tasting party this afternoon. I do miss you, like a lot. But my days are not boring, I promise. Your fathers are making sure of that. Also, I kind of like this break I'm on." Catherine gaily said.

"Okay. I promise I will make it up to you soon!"

"I know you will."

With her gaze focused on the tinted windshield, Amara frowned as she gazed at the contact on her screen. Then she sighed before dialing it.

The moment her call got answered, she paused for a second before saying, "It's been a while and Rome hasn't taken the bait yet. Don't you think we should be coming up with another strategy?"

Then she rolled her eyes when she heard, "Whether Rome takes the bait or not, plan two will still succeed. But I calculated it, and there's a ninety-nine percent chance that he will. So stop worrying and continue playing your part until the time comes for plan three!"

"Isn't it the truth though, Grandma?" Richard calmly uttered, glaring at her. "Take Catherine for example, you didn't give a damn about her because she wasn't of any use to you guys, and what happened when you two found out she was married to Rome?"

When Madam Rosey and Mr. Barlow didn't respond, Charles bitterly laughed and said, "Do you understand now! You two are worthless to us, so why should we waste our time taking care of you guys."

When his grandfather scowled at him, he smirked and said, "If you don't like the way that I'm treating you two, get out of my house and stop acting stubborn, old man!"

"I refuse to leave the house that my forefathers used their blood and sweat to build so you dodgers can put it in ruins!!" Mr. Barlow harshly uttered, tightening his fists with tears in his eyes.

A yawn escaped Charles's lips as he narrowed his eyes and then said, "Your forefathers are dead, old man. I'm the one who owns this place now. Get it into your thick skull."

Annoyed, Edward scowled at Charles and said, "What are you so prideful about! Didn't you use this house as collateral in the loan that you took from the bank! If I was you, I will be worried about the mess you have gotten yourself into and be trying to find solutions!"

"I have powerful connections, okay! So stop worrying about me!" Charles said, hardening his face.

"Oh, I don't give a damn about you! I'm just stating the obvious! It's been two months, and you have been giving that excuse. But the company's growth has only been deteriorating."

"It's not an excuse! I don't have to explain myself to you, Edward! But just so you know, I have this entire situation under control!"

Lowing his eyes to the floor, Elijah slightly smirked and thought, 'We all know that's a lie, nephew. But it's not my worry because the money I have embezzled from DreamTeam is enough to settle me when we lose it all.'

With a carefree expression on his face, Anthony rested back on the couch and darted his eyes away from Charles as he thought, 'Even if the company goes bankrupt, that's not my worry because I'm settled. So I don't care if you can save it or not!'

Meeting his son's gaze, William hesitated for a moment and then stood from his seat.

Then he walked over to Charles, stopped beside him, and gave him a side-glance before saying, "Walk with me."

For a couple of seconds, Charles remained standing as his father walk away. Then he drew a breath, turned around, and followed him.

When they reached the hallway, William stopped and so did Charles. Then he looked at his son and said, "We both know that you don't have a powerful contact or whatever! What's your actual plan here, son?"