A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Ninty-Two

Listening to the silence in his office, Rome kept his eyes shut, feeling a sense of hopelessness

drowning him deeper into his emotions.

"I thought I had all the cards in my hands, how did I play the game so wrong and lose it all?" Rome

mumbled beneath his breath.

"Axel had the element of surprise. You had nothing, and you were fighting visionless. You didn't lose.

He cheated." K said, clutching his fist so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands popped. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Keeping silent, Rome tried to find some sense of comfort in those words. But his mind wouldn't let him

feel like all this could have been avoided if he had played his cards right, and now, he was about to

lose the fight.

Suddenly, his ringtone disturbed the peace, and he slowly opened his eyes. Then he reached for his

phone and answered the call.

"How did the meeting go?" Axel asked, walking out of his bathroom in a bathrobe.

"Isn't it just shameless to make others take the fall for the filthy life that you have lived!" Rome lashed

out, losing grip of his anger.

"I will take that as the meeting went well," Axel said, smiling faintly as he sat at the edge of his bed.

Then he pushed his hair back and calmly uttered, "No, it's not low of me to make you take the fall for

my crimes because your father is the reason I had to live such a filthy life."

"I don't think my father put a gun to your head and made you commit hideous crimes, Axel!" Rome

coldly uttered.

"No, he did not. But you know, when you suddenly lose everything and hit rock bottom at such a young

age, you have to make life one way or another. "

"What exactly did my father do to you?!"

"You will know soon. For now, leave the company and head back to the hotel. Once you take the fall for

NewWorld incorporation, and you lost everything, you will have your wife back."

Without uttering a word, Rome ended the call. Then he aggressively tossed the phone on the desk.

Keeping his eyes fixed on his boss, K studied his mood for a couple of seconds and then asked, "Want

to talk about it?"

"We have to go back to the hotel," Rome said, swaying his attention to K.

Then he stood from his chair, grabbed his phone off the desk and his coat off the rack before walking

away.

"We are going back to the hotel?" K mumbled in confusion as he watched his boss walk past him.

"Yes, K. We are doing what Axel wants, and he wants me back at that damn hotel!" Rome harshly

uttered without stopping.

The tension in front of the house was intensifying as Blaze and his men stood their ground while staring

coldly at Axel's guys.

“Have you guys gotten enough beating to learn your lessons and get the hell out of here!” One of Axel's

men said, gazing at Blaze.

Gazing at the bat in his grip, Blaze smirked, ignoring the pain in his rib and his aching body.

“I must admit. I didn't expect you guys to be this many, and I didn't come prepared. But Nah, we are

just starting this dance." Blaze said, spitting his bloody saliva on the floor before eyeing the guys on his

left.

There moment he winked at a few of his men, they split up, a bunch of them rushed over to a group of

Axel's men.

'Strategy, divide and conquer.' Blaze thought, signaling the other guys on his right.

Once he had watched his men break up Axel's men into a group of two, Blaze looked at the guy in front

of him and said, "Let's get this over with!"

After taking a long stare at the trolley, Catherine looked away from it and said, "for the uncountable

amount of time, I am not hungry!"

"My boss said that you should eat! Starving yourself is not an option! So eat!'" The tall, built guy said,

giving her a cold stare.

"Tell your boss, if he doesn't want me to starve, then he should let me out of here and let me go!"

"You!! Find! Starve for all I care. It's your husband who will be devastated and not me if you die from

hungry because of your stupidity!"

After scowling at Catherine, he stormed out of the room and then froze in the hallway, glaring at

Richard.

"What the hell are you still doing here!" He lashed out in a fit of rage.

"Your boss doesn't seem like somebody I trust. So, I am not leaving this house until he gets here. As I

said before, I want to see him face to face!" Richard said, frowning intensely.

"Are you drunk or something!"

"I had a few glasses this morning. But that's not the issue here! The pro…"

Without letting Richard finish his statement, he grabbed Richard by the arm and dragged him along

with him, carrying him downstairs.

"Get your hands off me! I want to see your boss now!" Richard yelled while struggling to break free.

“You are going to get messed up if you don't get your ass out of this house!” He lashed out, tightened

his grip on Richard's hand.

A moment later, they arrived in the hallway and as he was about to drag Richard to the door, a badly

wounded guy came flying into the house, hitting the wall, and crashing on the floor.

“What is going on out there!” He shouted, slowly letting go of Richard's arm.

At that moment, another dude walked into the hallway, his shirt soaked with blood, taking a few

unstable steps before dropping to the floor.

Fear instantly clouded Richard's eyes as he gazed directly at the doorway without blinking.

“Hey Richard,” Blaze mockingly said as he walked into the hallway, stepped on the dude's back, and

marched forward into the hallway.

A loud “Bang!” coming from downstairs drew Catherine's attention, and she stood from the bed.

Then she slowly approached the door, opened it, and spied into the empty hallway, feeling hesitant to

take another step out of the room.

"Y-ou a-re… you are one of Rome's men," Richard mumbled, taking an unstable step back.

"Clever. Now, you have two choices. Come with me obediently, and you will only get beat up by my

boss, or act stubborn now, and get a thrashing from me before meeting my boss."

"Or, how about option three, both of you get out of here and you guys won't get a whipping from me,

uh!" The tall, built guy harshly uttered.

Without saying a word, Blaze rushed to him, grabbed him by the throat, and drove him further into the

house, towards the wall, slamming his back into the solid wood.

“You piece of trash!” He shouted before vigorously elbowing Blaze against his nostril bone.

Ignoring the blood rolling down his skin and the pain he felt in his nose, Blaze clenched his fist and

threw it at him, punching him in one of his eyes. Then without any hesitation, he fiercely hit the other.

As he struggled to get his sight back, Blaze flapped him against the wall and locked his hands behind

his back. Then he aggressively hit his face against the solid surface of the wall.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps approaching them made Blaze look to his left, and immediately,

his expression softened.

“Blaze?” Catherine mumbled with a shaking smile.