A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Seventy-Six

Seeing that her grandfather was struggling to wake from the floor, Catherine rushed over to him. But

when she extended her hand towards him, he slapped it away from his face and shouted, "I can get up

by myself!"

"Grandpa," Catherine whispered with a look of hurt in her eyes.

"This! All this is your fault! I warned you, and yet you didn't listen to me! "

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"No one ever listens anymore in this family! But you! You should have! If you did, your idiotic cousin

wouldn't have gone this far!"

"What?"

Frowning, Catherine stepped back as she watched her grandfather stand to his feet. Then she darted

her eyes away from him, striving to suppress the hurt she felt.

"You!" Mr. Barlow harshly said, pointing his trembling finger at Charles. "It was you who set me up, and

made Quincy get me drunk in the name of 'us hanging out,' and tricked me into signing these papers!"

"Set you up? I didn't force you to drink the alcohol, grandfather! And no one forced your hands to sign

those papers!" Charles casually uttered and narrowed his eyes.

Staring at his grandson, Mr. Barlow's eyes were shining with fury as he shouted, "That's because

Quincy lied about what the papers were about, and he waited for me to get drunk before asking me to

sign those papers, so I can't tell what they were!"

Then he clenched his fist and lashed out, "How was I supposed to guess that our family lawyer who

has worked with this family for years would betray me in such a manner, and work with you to con your

cousin out of the family properties!"

"That sounds like a 'you' problem, grandpa!"

"You bastard! Stop calling me your grandfather! I have no disappointment of a grandson like you!"

Anger flared across Charles' face as he coldly glared at his grandfather and said, "According to the

deeds that are in my name, this mansion and everything under the Barlow name is mine, so be careful

how you speak to me, old man! I am not afraid to toss you on the street."

A fit of helpless anger simmered in Madam Barlow, and she shouted, "Charles, watch how you speak

to your grandfather!"

"He gets to renounce me, but I can not do the same!" Charles coldly said, throwing her a hard look.

"You brat!" Mr. Barlow harshly uttered. "You think you can put up an attitude after stealing from this

family, you better get your sick brain checked!"

Keeping silent, Charles's eyes darkened as he watched his grandfather walk back to the couch and

picked up his phone.

"Quincy, you fool! Just wait! I will sue your ass!" Mr. Barlow said, strolling through his phone. "And you,

Charles, you can rest assured that you will be joining Jeff very soon!"

A frown flickers across Richard's forehead as he glared at his grandfather, annoyed by his remark.

Then he swayed his icy gaze on Catherine and thought, 'Why the innocent expression, cousin! You are

no saint in all of this! Because of you, my brother is in jail! Every time I see that face of yours,

something snaps in me!'

After listening to Mr. Quincy's number ring for the sixth time, Mr. Barlow felt more enraged, and yet, he

trembled in fear as he searched for the Elite Law Firm number."

The line rang for a moment. Then a lady answered and said, "Hello, this is Julia on the call. How can I

help you?"

"Is Mr. Quincy in the building?" Mr. Barlow calmly uttered, suppressing his emotions.

"I'm sorry to inform you, sir, but Mr. Quincy recently quit his job at the firm."

"What!!"

A look of concern mixed with fear clouded Madam Barlow's eyes as she stared intensely at her

husband.

"Do you know where he is now?" Mr. Barlow asked, struggling to stop his hand from shaking.

"No, sir. But the word around is that he left the country. That's all I know. I'm sorry, sir." Julia calmly

uttered from the other end of the line.

Without saying another word, Mr. Barlow ended the call. Then he stared back at Charles and coldly

uttered, "What did you do to make Quincy abandon his entire career and leave the city?!"

Although he so desperately wanted to take credit for that, Charles didn't know the answer, and he

found himself worrying about who he was working with, and how powerful they were.

"William, talk some sense into your boy!" Mr. Barlow said in desperation, looking at his son.

Meeting his father's eyes, he took an annoyed breath and said, "Tell him what? To give the company

and properties back to Catherine, so she continued denying us access to DreamTeam?"

"William is right. I think Charles having control of DreamTeam is what is best for us than my dear niece

who can't seem to let go of the past!" Elijah casually uttered.

"I second that," Anthony said, staring at the mad look in his father's eyes.

"You all shut up!" Mr. Barlow lashed out with a glint of disappointment on his face. "What best for us?!

Have you all forgotten who Catherine is married to, uh!"

The moment those words escaped his lips, Mr. Barlow felt a sense of relief and then smiled.

Then he stared back at Catherine and said, "Can you ask your husband to fix this! I'm sure with his

wealth, he can track down Quincy and bring him back here to fix the mess that he created!"

A wave of sadness overwhelmed Catherine as her face clouded with a mixture of anger and

disappointment.

Then her expression suddenly became numb as she looked into her grandfather's eyes and said, "No.

No, I will not call my husband to fix this. It's not his mess. It's not mine. So why should he fix it?"

"Catherine, this is not the time to act stubborn!" Mr. Barlow said in a calm tone, even though he was

annoyed.

"No, grandfather. This is the perfect time!"

"Catherine, you are the family's top inheritor..."

"Not anymore, and you know what! I feel relieved!"

Anger bloomed on Madam Barlow's face as she said, "Catherine, you have worked so hard to get this

position. Are you just going to let your cousin have it!?"

"Haha, it's funny how you guys only acknowledge my worth and work when it's convenient to you both,"

Catherine said with a sad smile on her lip.

"Dear…"

"But you know what grandmother? Yes! I am going to let Charles have it all because he's right. I'm

married to a billionaire. But mostly, I am wed to a man who loves me and knows my worth! So, yeah,

I'm done with this family!"

The thought of losing the connection with the Fords left Madam Barlow desperate, and she shouted,

"Catherine, stop thinking selfishly!"

"I have tried, grandmother! I have strived to put this family first and me last! I have tirelessly worked

myself to prove my worth. But not anymore. It's time to put me first, and if that makes me selfish, I'm

fine with that."

"You can't mean that!"

"Watch me walk away and never look back."

Hardening her face, Catherine took a long look at madam Barlow. Then she turned away from her

grandparents and walked out of the living room, passing by Charles without looking his way.

When Catherine arrived at Rome's car she opened the back door and gazed at him.

The entire time he had been stressed in the car but couldn't go into the mansion because Catherine

asked him to allow her to handle things alone.

Quietly, Rome watched her enter into the backseat and slammed the door, even though he was

anxious to hear how things went.

Meeting his eyes, Catherine looked deep into them. Then she smiled broadly and said, "It wouldn't be

selfish of you to ask me to come over to you completely."

Lowering his gaze, a look of confusion crossed Rome's face as he looked at Catherine. Then his lips

suddenly curved upward when her words became clear to him.

"Okay then! Catherine Ford, would you allow me to completely fund and support you? No matter what

your plans are, I promise to be hundred percent onboard with you and be your backing!"

"Yes! I will love that!" Catherine happily giggled.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!"

Smiling, Rome leaned towards her. Then he rested his palm on her cheek and claimed her lips, kissing

her with one thought on his mind, 'Now that you are out of the Barlow's grip, it's time to put them in their

place.'