A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 15

The weekend finally arrived, and it was Saturday.

A day such as this was a time for the Barlow cousins to relax and spend their dollars on clubbing,

shopping, and other stuff.

But today, the four of them spend the morning in the old-fashioned chamber in the east wing, wallowing

in depression as they sat on the couch.

“So, have any of you landed the account yet?” Chloe said, staring at her cousins and hoping for a

negative response from them.

The four of them had kept speech from each other as they worked all week to land the accounts.

“Well, no. The people in 'Fine wine industry wouldn't even talk to me about the account. It's like it

doesn't exist.” Richard said, letting out a harsh breath.

“The same thing happened to me. The CEO of Road land INC refused to see me on several

occasions.” Jeff said with a frown.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I had to stalk him for days. When I finally got the chance to talk to him, he blew me off and said

that he was busy.”

Surprise, then disbelief, crossed their features as they stared at each other.

Then Chloe gazed at Charles and slyly said, “I am sure you got the Skylight company's account

because you and Leo are best buddies.”

“Well, no. He said that his father told him to let the account be and that he will decide on who to give

the account to.” Charles mumbled, tightening his hand into fist.

For a moment she stared at him in disbelief, and then her eyes flared with renewed anger.

“It's the same for me. No one from the MC group would tell me anything about the account.” Chloe

said, running her hand through her hair.

They sat in silence for a while deep in their thoughts.

Then Charles unclenched his fists, and he gave a mirthless laugh and stated, “We still have tonight.

Remember, all the top-notch individuals will be there, and among those people, the Chairmans of MC

group, Roadland INC, Skylight company, and Fine wine industry will be there.”

“Right. Tonight we get those accounts by any means necessary.” Jeff said, gazing at his cousins.

Suddenly anger and fear crossed Chloe's face as she stared at the other and softly intoned, “If

grandfather has to make our father get those accounts, we will all be looked down upon, and that would

be the worst thing that can happen to any of us.”

“It's not the worst thing that can happen, but Catherine getting those accounts is.” Richard

absentmindedly mumbled.

Silence settled in the atmosphere for a while, then the four of them burst into laughter.

“Yeah, right. Like she can.” Chloe mumbled, inspecting her fingernails.

“If she can, I will go bald,” Charles said with a smirk.

“I want to see you hairless, but I know that Catherine can't get those accounts,” Jeff mumbled with a

hint of sadness in his voice.

After a brief moment of silence, Chloe stood from the couch and smoothed down her skirt. Then she

smiled and said, “Well, I have plans to make. Excuse me.”

Raising their eyebrows in disbelief, the three of them watched as Chloe walked out of the room.

Then Richard turned to Charles and asked, “What do you think her plans are?”

But Charles ignored his question, got up from his seat, and left the chamber.

“Knowing Chloe, whatever her plans are, it is going to be trouble,” Jeff said, standing from the couch.

Then he briefly gazed at his cousin before walking away.

“I guess we are all not on speaking terms again,” Richard mumbled.

As Rome laid in bed, staring at Catherine's reflection in the mirror, the sadness he saw in her eyes,

ache his heart a bit.

Since both of them woke up, he had caught her sulking several times, and each time she looked

sadder.

“Are you going to brush your hair?” Rome mumbled, sitting up.

Softly exhaling, Catherine rested her chin on her palm, eyeing the brush from the corner of her eyes.

“I don't feel like it.” She mumbled, letting out another sigh.

A yawn escaped Rome's lips as he got out of bed. Then he picked up the brush and gently ran it

through Catherine's hair.

“Talk to me, wife? What's bothering you?” Rome mumbled, taking a huge lock of her hair in his hand

and brushing through it.

“Well, I want to prove to my grandfather and grandmother that I can get at least one of those accounts,”

Catherine mumbled, staring at Rome's reflection.

“Okay, then get it. If you are confident enough that you can get those accounts, then go for it.”

“But grandpa said…”

“Forget what he said. What do you want?”

Hesitation clouded Catherine’s expression then she took in a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and said

with confidence, “I want to sign the contracts for all four of those accounts.”

“Ambitious, that's my wife! Go for it! Tonight, walk up to those chairmen and page your proposal to

them.” Rome said with excitement in his eyes.

“Should I?”

“You should!”

The daylight faded naturally, and at nine o'clock, everyone in the Barlow household was dressed for the

party.

When they grabbed in the living room at nine-fifteen, Madam Rosey glared at Rome and said, “Stay

away from Mr. Ford and don't talk to anyone at the party because everyone there is out of your league.

So make yourself invisible if you have to.”

But the only response she got from Rome was a faint smile and no words.

However, her mind was too occupied to remark on his behavior, so she scowled at him and they all left

the mansion.

Then at nine-thirty-five, their cars drove out of the fence, and at ten o'clock, they arrived at the Paradise

Hotel.

Catherine's Mercedes came to a stop and she and Rome stepped onto the red carpet.

Her silver backless long elegant gown tail dragged on the carpet as she held onto Rome's arm, and felt

glad that she bought him a nice designer suit that matches with her dress because there were cameras

everywhere. And their lights kept flashing in their faces when he led her into the building.

When they entered the grand hall, Rome gasped in disbelief at how much effort his father put into The

decoration for a party that had no theme.

The entire hall was glowing in blue LED lighting with fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The

tables were occupied with fancy champagne towels, expensive wines, appetizers, cocktails, savory

cuisine.

After staring around for a bit, Rome escorted Catherine to the other end of the hall, where Mr. Ford was

interacting with a few of his business buddies.

When his gaze met with his father's calm eyes, he slightly bowed and said, “Hello, Mr. Ford. My wife

and I want to pay our humble respect to you and extend our gratitude to you for inviting us to your

event. I must say, the decoration is to my liking.”

“Your gratitude is appreciated.” Mr. Ford said, keeping a straight face.

Then he gazed at Catherine softly smiling at him, so he faintly smiled and said, “So this is the lovely

lady Catherine? It's nice to meet you.”

“Thank you, sir. It is an honor to meet you.” Catherine said, slightly bowing.

“Let us forget about the formality. Mr. Ford is just fine.”

“Yes, sir… I mean, Mr. Ford.”

Noticing Catherine's hand slightly trembling, Rome entangled his fingers with hers and beamed at her

when she gazed at him.

“I heard from Mr. Jeffrey about how well you managed his project, and that the result was impeccable.

We might just work together in the future if I need a project manager.” Mr. Ford said without losing his

smile.

“Really! I will be forever indebted to you if that happens. Thank you. Thank you!” Catherine said,

struggling to breathe because of excitement.

Having his father boost his wife's confidence was only the first step to the plans Rome had for tonight.

Now that she had been praised by the wealthiest man in the country, he could see the change in

Catherine's mood and that her eyes had lit up, and it was time for the next step of his plan.

The rest of the Barlow family arrived in the hall and Elijah was the first to spot Rome and Catherine

talking with Mr. Ford.

“The night had just begun, and those two have already started causing problems for our family.” He

said, staring at his father.

“Tonight, we can't afford to offend Mr. Ford. We need to get those two idiots away from him right this

instant.” Madam Rosey said, squeezing her hands into fists.