A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 2

"What does that mean?" Rome asked, feeling stunned by his father's words.

“Stop talking, and let's go. These guys will soon wake up from the nap you put them in!” Miller

mumbled.

Rome didn't move an inch as he stared at his father in shock. But then Mr. Miller slowly walked behind

him and aggressively shoved him out the door.

“Hey! How come the older you get, the more violent you become.” Rome mumbled after he had

balanced himself.

“Stop talking and walk!” Mr. Miller said while forcefully pushing Rome since he stubbornly refused to

take a step forward.

Everyone that walked past them kept awkwardly staring as Mr. Miller continued shoving Rome from the

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“Fine! Stop hitting me! I will walk by myself. But you have to tell me about where we are going.” Rome

mumbled while questionably staring at his father.

“All you need to know is that where I’m taking you is the safest place for you right now. So promise me

that you wouldn’t cause any trouble once you are there and always keep your head low.” Mr. Miller

said.

“Ah, it sounds awful already.”

“Rome! It’s not the time to crack jokes. Promise me!”

“Yeah. Sure, whatever.”

After a while, Mr. Miller and Rome got into a Cab.

They both did not speak a word to each other the entire drive.

When the taxi stopped in front of an enormous fancy fence, Rome and Mr. Miller got down and

approached the gate. Then Mr. Miller rang the doorbell and waited.

After a few minutes, a guard came out of the fence and walked up to them. He then gazed at Mr. Miller

first before, staring at Rome.

“I don’t have any money to give you guys. Now leave!” He rudely said as he stared at them with disgust

on his face.

The one thing Rome found hard to control was his anger. But as he folded his fingers into a fist, Mr.

Miller grabbed his hand and calmly said, “I am sorry about the misunderstanding, but we are not

beggars. My son and I would like to speak to Madam Rosey.”

The guard's lips curve into a mocking grin before he burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that tears

rolled down the corner of his eyes.

“Not beggars. You guys can’t fool me. I have seen countless people like you, and they always say that

they are not beggars. But in the end, I have to forcefully remove them from madam Rosey sight

because they turn out to be beggars." The guard provokingly stated, trying not to burst into another

laughter.

Rome's fist got even tighter as he coldly stared at the mocking expression on the guard’s face.

Then he let out a deep sigh and calmly said, “Look, my dad and I are not looking for trouble. We need

to speak with this Madam Rosey.”

A frown settled on the guard’s face as he angrily stared at Rome.

Then he lifted the baton in his hand and swung it at Rome, but Mr. Mille rushed in front of it, and it

banged against his arm.

Rome was about to let his rage get the better of him when his sight caught a glance of a stunning

woman approaching them.

Immediately, his attention got drawn to her, and his anger slowly subsided as he stared at her glossy

skin, slender eyebrows, velvety eyelashes, and ebony-black hair.

“I don’t think my grandmother is paying you to assault the elderly.” The lady soothingly said while

approaching Rome, Mr. Miller, and the guard.

“Miss Catherine,” The guard said in fear as the baton dropped from his hand to the ground.

In annoyance, she rolled her eyes before walking past him. Then she stopped when she got closer to

Mr. Miller.

“Hello, I am Catherine. The youngest granddaughter of the Balow household, and I sincerely apologize

for what our security guard did. Please give me your account number so that I can be able to

compensate you.” Catherine gracefully said.

However, Mr. Miller fiercely shook his head as he grabbed onto her hand and said, “I don’t need

money.”

“Oh, then what is it you want?” Catherine asked in shock.

Mr. Miller hastily let go of her hand, held Rome by his arm, and pulled him closer.

He then looked back at Catherine's curious blue eyes and gently uttered, “I have a letter with the

Barlow family stamp on it, and I think it’s time Madam Rosey receives it.”

“If that’s the case, then please follow me.” Catherine softly said.

The guard hastily stepped aside, and Rome and Mr. Miller walked past him, following closely behind

Catherine as she led them into the fence.

“The old lady is not going to be happy about this. But why should I care when it was Miss Cathrine who

allow those beggars inside after all.” He mumbled while picking up his baton from the floor.

When they got into the living room, Cathrine offered Rome and Mr. Miller a seat.

Then as she turned around to leave, an elderly lady walked into the room with a frown on her face.

“Catherine, why are the two homeless people sitting on my ascetic couch.” The elderly lady harshly

said as she distastefully stared at Mr. Miller and Rome.

When Catherine gazed at her grandma’s angry expression, all she felt was fear because she knew that

she was about to get scolded again.

Among her three uncles and her father, Cathrine knew that her dad was her grandmother's least

favorite child, and everyone in the family knew it. That's why she got scolded a lot.

However, her heart sank knowing that she had disappointed her grandmother again because she had

been working on proving herself to her grandparents that she's capable of being the family top heritor.

The anger that had subsided in Rome rapidly awaking in him. But he held it in and remained calm,

remembering the promise he had made to his father.

“I apologize for any discomfort our presence may cause you, Madam Rosey. But I think these two are

supposed to get married, according to the paper I have in my possession.” Mr. Miller said with a

straight face.