A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 107

Knowing that his brother was about to ruin them all, Anthony stood to his feet and said, "Elijah, how

about we do this at home?"

"Home, Nah. We are going to do this here so that everyone can know the kind of hypocrites and

betrayals I have as brothers!" Elijah coldly said before sneering.

A slight smirk surfaced on Rome's face, but his expression quickly became straight when Catherine

took his hand in hers.

Staring at her, Rome saw a touch of anxiety in her eyes, and he squeezed her hand and mumbled, "It's

going to be fine."

Although Catherine was nervous about what her uncle's behavior was going to cost their family, she

smiled faintly, trying to find comfort in his words.

"Look, Elijah! I wasn't the one who set you up!" William calmly said, taking a step back as he tried to

create a distance between his brother and him, just in case he became violent again.

"Am I supposed to believe that bullcrap! You suddenly got all my clients when my company begin to

struggle for unknown reasons!" Elijah said, tightening his fist.

When Madam Rosey finally realized how many cameras were focused on them, she stared at Elijah

and said, "Your brother is right! Let's do this at home!"

"Home? I was kicked out, remember! And it's all your precious William's fault!"

"Stop being stubborn and quit this nonsense!"

"I will, but after I tell you all what kind of people my brothers are!"

It was clear to Anthony that Elijah was about to drag him down too, and he grew desperate, so he

calmly said, "William has kept it all in for years! Do you think he would betray you now! It doesn't make

sense."

Those words confused Mr. Barlow for a while. Then he frowned and shouted, "You both knew from the

very beginning that Elijah owns DBA INC!"

A smirk crept on Elijah's lips as he stared at his father's mad eyes. Then he slyly said, "Not only that.

They have been embezzling the company funds, clients' project moneys, and other cash earned by the

business for personal use!"

Widening his eyes, Mr. Barlow clutched his chest as his breathing got shallow, and his heartbeat

increased.

But Elijah showed no sign of remorse and said, "William is addicted to gambling, and Anthony, well,

he's involved in underground dealings! That's where they have been wasting the company money for

years."

"Shut up!" William lashed out at his brother, feeling overwhelmed with shame and fear of what his

father would do to him now that he knows the truth.

Ignoring his brother words, Elijah coldly gazed at his father and said, "Congratulations! Your sons are

disgraceful!"

"Father, I can explain!" Anthony said, staring at Mr. Barlow's blank expression.

But when his father didn't showed any interest in what he said, he gazed at Madam Rosey, but she

slightly shook her head with hurt in her expression.

With his eyes watery, Mr. Barlow dropped back and sluggishly landed in his seat. Then a single

teardrop rolled from the corner of his eye.

"Honey," Madam Rosey cried as she rushed to his side.

"Take me home." Mr. Barlow mumbled, squeezing his eyelids shut for a moment.

A few minutes later, the commotion in the hall grew louder as the company securities tried to fight back

reporters while they shoved their cameras and mics at Mr. Barlow as Madam Rosey and Edward tried

to get him out of the conference hall.

Not thinking straight, Catherine left her chair and followed them, leaving Rome seated on stage.

But he didn't go after her. Instead, Rome remained seated as he texted Mr. Orlando, "I need you to

silent all media platforms about today's news concerning the DreamTeam INC and the Barlow family."

"What? But why? I thought this was what you wanted?" Mr. Orlando messaged back.

"This news will damage DreamTeam INC, and my wife can't inherit a broken company."

"True. I will get on it right away."

With a look of concern in her eyes, Catherine stood by the car door as her grandfather was about to get

into the car.

But instead of Mr. Barlow getting into the vehicle, he turned to her and said, "Can you ask Mr. Ford to

make this nightmare go away?"

Feeling shocked and nervous, Catherine mumbled, "Grandfather, I don't think…"

"I know you don't think that it's okay to bug Mr. Ford with our family matters. But DreamTeam is about

to drown, and this is a desperate time. You heard him that night. I'm sure he will be okay with helping

us."

"But…"

"You just need to ask him to help us bury today news."

Still feeling overwhelmed by the sense of discomfort, Catherine moved her lips to speak, but Mr. Barlow

grabbed her hands and said, "I'm begging you, Catherine. This is the only way to revive us."

For a moment, she speechlessly stared at her grandfather while wondering how she advance from

being looked down on all the time to getting to a place where her grandfather could swallow his ego

and beg her.

"I will see what I can do," Catherine said, even though she still felt hesitant.

"Thank you." Mr. Barlow gently uttered before letting go of her hand and getting into the car.

As Madam Rosey walked past Catherine, she stopped for a moment, smiled at her, and then she got

into the vehicle.

With her gaze fixed on the black limousine, Catherine watched as it drove off. Then she turned around

and saw Rome staring at her.

A sense of comfort took over Catherine when he smiled at her, and without any hesitation, she rushed

towards him.

"Are you okay?" Rome gently inquired.

"I don't know. Grandpa wants me to ask Mr. Ford for his help to bury the news. But…" Catherine said,

pausing for a second as she tried to figure out how to put the rest of her thoughts into words.

"That's a great idea."

"What!"

With a straight face, Catherine looked Rome directly in his eyes and asked, "You agree with him."

"Well, I see the logic in why your grandfather would want Mr. Ford help," Rome explained, realizing that

his father taking credit for what he's already doing wouldn't raise questions among the Barlows.

"But…"

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badly."

Silence fell between them, and when he saw the look of hesitation in Catherine's eyes, he calmly

asked, "What is it?"

"I just feel uncomfortable that's all," Catherine mumbled.

"You are not forced to do what you don't feel like doing, okay? So if you are not comfortable…"

"I should call him first, right?"

"What?"

"Mr. Ford. I should give him a call first before meeting him."

Pausing for a moment, Rome couldn't help, but feel relieved, seeing that she was lighting up a bit.

Then he gave her a half-smile and said, "Sure."

Afterward, he and Catherine got into her car, and she sat silently in the passenger seat and blankly

stared at the windshield for a moment to pull herself together.

Then she took out her phone, scrolled through her contact and dial Mr. Ford's number.

The conference room was quite peaceful until the sound of a ringtone drew everyone's attention

towards Mr. Ford.

But his focus was on his phone as he stared at the words, "My Daughter-in-law," blinking on his screen.

With excitement in his eyes, he answered the call, rested the phone against his ear, and said, "Good

day, miss Catherine.".

Taking in a deep breath, Catherine stared at Rome. Then she gently exhaled and said, "Hello, Mr. Ford.

Are you busy right now?"

After taking a second to stare at the faces in the room, Mr. Ford smiled and replied, "No, I'm not. What

is it?"

"Can we meet up? I have something I want to ask you."

"Sure, where?"

"Anywhere that is convenient to you would be fine."

"How about we talk over lunch at SkyHigh restaurant?"

For a moment, Catherine was silent as she gazed at Rome. Then she said, "Okay, but I'm coming with

my husband."

The smile on Mr. Ford's lips widened, and striving to sound calm, he casually uttered, "Sure. I'm on my

way there."

Afterward, he ended the call and stood from the chair. Then he stared at everyone's faces and said,

"This meeting is adjourned."

Staring at Catherine, Rome asked, "What did he say?"

"We are invited to have lunch with him at Skyhigh restaurant. Hopefully, he will be in a generous mood

to help us." Catherine mumbled, wearing her seatbelt.