A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 120

As they all stared at Mr. Barlow, Elijah got sick of the silence in the study and asked, "Father, what is

this meeting about?"

"I was told Rome gave us two rules to follow, not to offend him or Catherine." Mr. Barlow said with a

straight face.

A look of annoyance crossed Anthony's face as he mumbled, "Yes,"

"Well, if that's the case, then it seems like Catherine is the only one keeping us away from total

destruction." Mr. Barlow mumbled with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, Madam Rosey sighed and worriedly uttered, "What are we going to do? This

family has done and said so much to Rome. Do you really think Catherine can save us from his wrath?"

"If Rome really wanted to ruin our family, he could have done that within a blink of an eye," Edward

boldly said.

Narrowing his eyes at his uncle, Charles frowned and coldly uttered, "He did ruin our family!"

"Right, he has brought nothing but chaos since he arrived in this house!" Richard mumbled, clutching

his fist.

"Both of you need to shut up!" Mr. Barlow lashed out.

Then he frowned and said, "The fact that he could have caused this much damage to us without even

trying to ruin us, imagine what he could do if he did want to!"

The study grew quiet for a while, and after a few minutes had gone by in silence, Mr. Barlow said, "The

only key to this family's success now is Catherine."

"What are you saying?" William asked.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Mr. Barlow shouted, "Come in!"

Within a split second, the door opened and the family lawyer walked into the study.

"It's good that you are here, Mr. Quincy. Please have a seat. Catherine is not back home yet." Mr.

Barlow said.

Although the family knew why Mr. Quincy were there, except for Mr. Barlow, Edward, his wife, and

Madam Rosey, the others couldn't help but frown at the idea that Catherine was about to have it all.

The moment Mr. Quincy took his seat on the couch, the door suddenly opened, and Catherine walked

into the room followed by Rome.

Seeing the stiff expression on both their faces, Catherine's mother whispered to her husband, "I don't

think their talk went well."

"So it seems," Edward mumbled, feeling a bit worried.

Even though he noticed the tension between Catherine and Rome, Mr. Barlow jumped to his feet and

happily said, "You both are back. That's great. Now that you are here, Catherine, we can start the

paperwork."

"I won't be signing the documents," Catherine mumbled with a straight face.

A look of fear clouded Mr. Barlow's eyes, and he eyed Rome for a moment before gazing at his

granddaughter, "Why?"

"I just don't feel like I've earned it, so you can give it to any of the others. I'm withdrawing myself from

the inheritance list." Catherine said without looking at Rome, even though he was staring at her.

Feeling desperate and afraid, Mr. Barlow hastily uttered, "I had a heart attack today!"

His remark shocked everybody, and they were curious about what he was going to say next, except for

Rome.

Staring at the old man, he faintly smirked with calmness in his eyes.

"What? Are you okay, grandfather?" Catherine asked, suddenly feeling worried instead of angry.

"No, I'm getting old, dear, and my health is degrading. That's why I am resigning from the company."

Mr. Barlow pitifully said, knowing that turning everything over to Catherine was the only way to safe his

family reputation and wealth.

"What..."

"I need you to take over my position as the Chairwoman of DreamTeam and oversee our family

possessions."

Anger spiked in Elijah's eyes, and a sense of rage coursed through William while a feeling of pure hate

consumed Anthony, and yet none of them spoke.

"You must be kidding me," Chloe whispered beneath her breath.

Glaring at Catherine, Charles sneered and thought, 'Unbelievable,'

As he strived to suppress his anger, Richard kept his eyes on the floor, knowing that he was powerless

to do something about his grandfather's remark.

Finally getting over her shock, Catherine mumbled, "Grandpa, I can't…"

"Please, Catherine. It is the only wish of this ill old man. Your uncles and cousins have caused so much

damage to the company. I can't trust no one else except you." Mr. Barlow pleadingly said.

Biting down gently on her bottom lip, Catherine paused for a moment. Then she sighed and mumbled,

"Actually…"

Although she was about to tell her grandfather about who Rome was and that what Jeff had said had

some truth in it, something clicked to her.

'Rome didn't do anything except expose my uncles and cousins for who they really were. So

technically, they brought disaster on themselves, not him.' Catherine thought, finally looking at her

husband.

Seeing how hesitant his granddaughter looked, Mr. Barlow let out a sigh and said, "I'm sorry for my

ignorance in the past. But to be honest with you Catherine, I see a lot of my young self in you."

Then he faintly smiled when Catherine met his eyes and said, "Your love for DreamTeam and how

passionate you are about your work, is just how I was and still am. So what do you say?"

For a moment, Catherine looked at her father and he slightly nodded. Then she stared back at her

grandfather and said, "Sure, I would love to."

'Checkmate.' Rome thought, smiling slightly as he realized that his last plan had become successful.

Then without uttering a word, he shoved his hand into his coat pocket and then walked out of the room.

With a trace of sadness in her eyes, Catherine stared at the door and took a deep breath.

A few minutes later, Catherine, Mr. Barlow, and Mr. Quincy got done with the paperwork, and afterward,

the lawyer left the room.

Still striving to come to terms with the fact that she was now the family top inheritor, Catherine gazed

around the room, and that's when she realized something wasn't right.

"Where's Jeff?" Catherine asked, staring at her grandmother.

"He's in prison." Madam Rosey mumbled.

"What! Why?"

"The car that you left the mansion in this morning was involved in an accident. Jeff was the one behind

it. The police arrested him this afternoon."

For a moment, Catherine blankly stared at her grandmother. Then she mumbled, "The cars switch,"

With tears beaming in her eyes, Catherine rushed out of the room. Then she pulled out her phone and

called Rome.

When he answered, she sniffed and mumbled, "Where are you?"

"In our room," Rome said, staring out the window.

"Stay there. I'm coming to you."

"Okay,"

A few minutes later, Catherine walked into the bedroom, and when Rome turned his focus away from

the window and placed it on her, Catherine sniffed aggressively and walked towards him.

Then she rushed into his arms and silently cried, hugging him tightly.

"I'm sorry," Catherine muttered, tightening her grips on his coat.

"Me too," Rome mumbled, wrapping his hands around her waist.

After crying her eyes out and calming down, Catherine lifted her head, met his eyes, and softly asked,

"Do you really love me?"

Unable to hold in his laugh, Rome giggled faintly and calmly intoned, "Of course, I love you."

Then he raised her chin, leaned in closer towards her lip, and kissed her passionate.