A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 115

There was a knock on the front door of the Barlow's mansion, and when Susanna opened it, she

questionably stared at an older-looking gentleman standing on the balcony.

"Good morning, I'm here to pick up Miss Catherine." The fellow said with a gentle smile.

"Okay, but how should I address you when I'm passing the message on?" Susanna asked.

"Tell her that I'm Romney, one of Mr. Ford drivers, and he sent me to pick her up and take her to the

conference."

"Okay, please wait here."

After shutting the door, Susanna walked away, heading upstairs, and when she got to the last stair, she

bumped into Jeff.

"I am so sorry," Susanna hastily said.

"Why are you in a rush!" Jeff lashed out in annoyance.

"Well, Mr. Ford sent someone to pick Miss Catherine up, and I'm on my way to tell her. I'm sorry again."

"Hmm,"

Walking past her, Jeff frowned as he thought, 'Catherine isn't taking her Sedan,' Then he pulled his

phone out of his pocket as he continued heading down the stairs.

"Babe, professional workwear, smart casual, work-appropriate attire, or formal?" Catherine asked,

staring at Rome.

For a moment, he gazed at all the clothes she had placed on the bed, and he knew she would look

great in all of them.

But he also understood that she wasn't going to decide even if he told her she would look great in any

one of them because he could see how indecisive she looked, so he smiled and said, "Formal,"

Withdrawing her focus off Rome, Catherine gazed at her black suit with a grey silk tank top, smiled,

and said, "I guess we got a winner."

At that moment, Susanna knocked twice on the door and then waited.

"I will get it," Rome said, getting off the bed.

Then he walked over to the door, opened it, and asked, "What's up, Sus?"

"There's a guy name, 'Romney,' who claimed that Mr. Ford sent him to pick up, Miss Catherine."

Susanna gently uttered.

Overhearing their discussion, Catherine stared at Rome's broad back and mumbled, "Mr. Ford did

what?"

"He sends someone to pick you up," Rome said, feeling relief as he stared back at her.

With a look of hesitation in her eyes, Catherine mumbled, "Oh, but I was planning on driving my car…"

"Well, we can't send the driver back, can we?"

"It will be rude to do so, but are you okay with it?"

"Yes, I am."

In that instant, Catherine's phone buzzed, and she hastily picked it up, seeing that it was Mr. Ford

calling.

After answering, his voice flowed into her ear, "Good morning, I apologize for the sudd…"

"It's nothing to apologize for, and it's truly fine." Catherine calmly intoned.

"That's good then. See you a few minutes from now."

"Okay, and thank you."

Once Mr. Ford had ended the call, Catherine gazed at Rome and said, "I should get ready."

A few minutes later, Catherine came downstairs, fully dressed, and two steps behind her was Rome.

As they were walking past the living room, Mr. Barlow's voice caused them to stop in their tracks,

"Good morning, dear!"

With a blank expression on her face, Catherine walked into the living room, feeling completely shocked

that her grandfather greeted her first.

"Good morning, grandfather and grandmother," Catherine said, staring at the gentle smile on Madam

Rosey's lip.

"So Mr. Ford sent someone to pick you up," Mr. Barlow said with pride in his eyes.

"Yes,"

"That's amazing!"

Hearing the excitement in her grandfather's voice, Catherine looked at him, and when their eyes met,

Mr. Barlow said, "Don't forget that you are a Barlow, and you will be representing the family today at

that conference, so be at your best behavior."

"Of course," Catherine said, trying not to sound annoyed.

Silence followed after her remark, and Rome saw it as an opportunity to greet Mr. Barlow and Madam

Rosey, so he gently said, "Good morning…" Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Mr. Ford is really generous to our dear Catherine. Imagine if he had a son, won't that be perfect for our

granddaughter." Madam Rosey boldly uttered, giving Rome an icy stare.

Widening his eyes, Rome slowly scratched behind his ear before looking the other way.

"Grandma," Catherine mumbled in annoyance.

"Your grandfather might have given in to your idea of you staying married to him, but I can't stand his

rebellious attitude."

"Grandmother…"

"How can he be so arrogant when he's worth nothing! Did you see what he did to your cousin?"

"Don't you know what my cousin did to me!"

Frowning, Madam Rosey glared at Rome and mumbled, "I have no excuse for what Richard did. But

your husband's attitude was barbarian! It's just proof of how much class he lacks, and I'm worried that

he wouldn't be able to represent you in public."

"You don't have to worry about me, grandmother. I'm capable of making a sound decision."

After her remark, Catherine looked at Rome. Then both of them walked away, leaving Madam Rosey

staring furiously behind them.

When Rome and Catherine arrived outside, a frown crossed his face when he saw Jeff waiting by the

front door.

"Good luck on your conference, cousin," Jeff said, reaching out to pat Catherine on her shoulder.

But Rome gently pulled Catherine to his left, securing her in his arm, and walked away with her.

"Good morning, Si… Miss." Romney hastily said as he stared away from Rome and focus on

Catherine.

Then she softly smiled at him and said, "Good morning."

Without any hesitation, Romney opened the back door of the SUV for Catherine.

But as she was about to get into the backseat of the car, she turned around, looked into Rome's eyes,

and tiptoed to reached his height before resting her lips against his and kissing him gently.

After their lips parted, she smiled and said, "I love you."

Then she got into the car, and Romney shut the door behind her.

"Get her to that conference safely," Rome mumbled beneath his breath.

"Yes, sir!" Romney whispered before rushing to the driver's door and getting behind the steering wheel.

With his eyes focused on the black SUV, Rome watched it drive away. Afterward, he walked back to the

mansion, and when he got to the door, he stopped and stared at Jeff.

For a moment, both men coldly stared at each other. Then Rome walked into the house, slamming the

door close.

It was exactly eleven-thirty when the noise from his ringtone cause Rome to pick his phone from off the

bed. Then he smiled as he stared at the screen, answered the call, and silently listen.

After a few seconds had gone by, the smile on Rome's face faded, and fear clouded his eyes.

Then he jumped off the bed, hastily wore his shoes, and ran out of the room.