A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 110

By ten o'clock, a gold duster came to a stop in front of Bluelight restaurant, and Rome got down from

the car.

Then he adjusted his cap before heading into the building with K walking a few distances behind him.

When Rome arrived inside, the only ones there were the staffs, Brook, Scar, and Blaze since he had

booked the entire restaurant.

"Good morning, boss!" The three of them said in unison when he came closer to them.

After Rome took a seat at the table, it didn't take long for the restaurant door to open and Mr. Davis

walked inside.

Noticing the hostile atmosphere, Mr. Davis humbly approached the table, avoiding meeting K, Scar,

Brook, and Blaze's eyes.

Then he took a seat, looked at Rome, and said, "I came as you asked."

Without uttering a word, Rome took out his phone from his pocket, rested it flat on the table, and

clicked on his gallery icon.

As he scrolled through his photos, Mr. Davis kept his eyes focused solely on the screen, and when

Rome arrived at the pictures of him, he felt his heart skip a beat.

In silence, Rome selected all the photos. Then he glanced at Mr. Davis before deleting them.

Afterward, he took the phone, dropped it to the floor, and stepped the heel of his shoe into it.

A looked of shock clouded Mr. Davis's eyes as he watched Rome repeatedly step on his phone,

damaging the screen entirely.

"Evidence destroyed." Rome coldly uttered, after picking up the broken phone from the floor and

dropping it in a glass of water on the table.

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Narrowing his eyes at Mr. Davis, Rome showed his hand to Brook, and hastily, Brook put a brand-new

phone on Rome's palm.

"How do I know that you didn't back up the photos on that phone!" Mr. Davis asked with a hint of worry

in his eyes as he sat up straight.

Keeping silent, Rome unlocked the phone screen, laid it on the table, and went into his gallery.

"I did back-up my data from that phone to this one. But I don't have any use for you, Davis, so your

photos have no reason being in my phone." Rome said, coldly staring at him.

For a moment, Mr. Davis gazed at the empty gallery. Then he nervously giggled, feeling relieved again.

"Well, I should get going then." Mr. Davis said, wanting to desperately get out of Rome's sight because

he found his presence intimidating.

After waiting for a few minutes, and Rome said nothing, he stood to his feet and walked away, heading

for the door.

But it suddenly opened and his wife walked in, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Hellan, what are you doing here?" Mr. Davis asked, noticing a look of rage in her eyes.

Not saying a word, Hellan walked over to him and swung her hand towards his face, smacking him

hard in the cheek before shouting, "I followed you, you cheating bastard!"

For a moment, Rome stared at the couple. Then his eyes darted towards the ceiling when Hellan

looked at him and coldly uttered, "I thought you came to meet one of the women you are cheating on

me with!"

Immediately, Mr. Davis threw Rome a dirty look, assuming that he was the one who told on him to his

wife.

But then she took out an envelope, slapped it against his chest, and shouted, "Is this why you came

home late!"

Feeling speechless, Mr. Davis opened the envelope and realized that it wasn't the photos Rome had of

him, but photos of him leaving a brothel at three a.m.

However, he still assumed that Rome was behind it until his phone buzzed, and he stared at the screen

and saw a text from Elijah saying, "An eye for an eye. I hope your wife is not as forgiving as my father."

Clutching his fist, Mr. Davis gazed at his wife and said, "I can explain."

"Well then, whatever you have to say, you can tell it to my lawyer!" Hellan shouted before walking out of

the restaurant.

Swaying his gaze away from the door, Mr. Davis glared at Rome's causal expression. Then he ran after

his wife.

"Two birds, one stone," Rome mumbled with a half-smile.

Then he stood from the chair, picked up his phone from the table, and walked out of the restaurant.

A few minutes later, as Mr. Orlando was driving the vehicle out of the parking lot, Rome's phone

buzzed. He then gazed at the screen, smiled, and answered the call.

"Stop at the store and let's have a meal together." Mr. Miller's voice echoed into his ear.

"Okay, I'm on my way," Rome said, feeling a sense of joy coursing through him.

By noon, the Duster pulled up in front of Mr. Miller's shop, and then Mr. Orlando stepped on the brake

pedal.

After getting down from the vehicle, Rome headed inside.

When he walked into the kitchen, he stopped, and his lips curved into a smile as he stared at his father.

"You are here," Mr. Miller mumbled, placing the bowl of hot noodles on the table.

Then he frowned, staring at Rome for a while before asking, "Why are you dressed like that?"

"Uh?" Rome absentmindedly mumbled.

"The cap, mask, and glasses, why are you wearing them?"

"Well…"

Seeing the look of hesitation in Rome's eyes, Mr. Miller scowled and angrily said, "You haven't told her

yet! Are you kidding me, Rome!"

"I'm going to, soon." Rome gently uttered, removing his cap before taking off his shade and mask.

"How soon is soon?"

"I have already told you this before, father. After Catherine becomes her family's top inheritor."

Silence fell between them as Mr. Miller ignored him, walked over to the counter, and got the chopsticks.

Then he walked back to the table, took a deep breath, and said, "I say forget everything and tell her the

truth!"

"Dad, Catherine is so close to haven't what she always wanted. I can't ruin that for her." Rome calmly

intoned.

Sighing heavily, Mr. Miller rested the chopsticks on the table and said, "Have you thought about how

she's going to feel after she finds out that you've been lying to her for years, or what she's going to do!"

"No, I haven't thought about it. I don't want to think about it." Rome said, feeling a tightness in his chest.