A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 19

“What happened at that party last night!” Madam Rosey shouted, glaring at her grandchildren.

The living room was awfully quiet as they all hung their head low, avoiding their grandmother's icy

gaze.

“Someone better start talking?” Rosey said, slamming her hand against the chair arm.

There was a long pause, then Charles gazed at Catherine and smirked.

“All this is Catherine's fault.” He mumbled, pitifully staring at his grandmother.

A look of disbelief settled on Jeff's face as he threw his cousin a hard look and thought, ‘What are you

even talking about now?’

Then he gazed at Richard and Chloe, and from their expression, Jeff could tell that they were thinking

the same thing.

“How is Catherine to blame here? She got all four accounts.” Edward asked, scowling at his nephew.

“That's the problem, uncle. She got all three accounts that weren't assigned to her.” Charles said,

shifting his gaze to the floor.

A devilish smile crept onto Chloe when she finally understood exactly what her cousin was doing.

Then she lost the smile, sadly stared at her grandmother, and said, “Don't you think it's suspicious that

Catherine just so happens to have the perfect proposal for all four Catherine.”

When Madam Rosey’s cold gaze swayed towards Catherine, her heart sunk, knowing that her

grandmother had fallen for her cousin's scheme just like all the countless times she did.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady?” Madam Rosey asked, glaring at her

granddaughter.

“Mother,” Catherine's father said, feeling sorry for his child.

“Shut up, Edward. I don't think you and your daughter are the same person, so don't address a

question that's meant for her.”

“Sorry, mother.”

A mixture of anger and sadness coursed through Catherine as she stared into her grandmother's eyes.

“I have been studying for the projects and jogging down ideas suitable for them. That's how are got the

perfect proposals.” Catherine said with moist eyes.

“When did you start studying for them?” Elijah asked, glowering at his niece with hostility in his eyes.

Staring into his wife’s eyes, Rome slightly shook his head and thought, ‘Don’t answer that. It's a trap.”

“When grandpa told us about the projects,” Catherine mumbled, picking at her nails.

“See! She had a hidden agenda from the very beginning. She was craving what doesn't belong to her.”

Charles said, pointing his finger at his cousin.

“Who knows if she had ruined our images to the chairmen, so she can get the projects." Chloe said,

eyeing her cousin with hate in her eyes.

“I did no such thing!”

“Being defensive! Then why were you studying for projects that weren't yours?”

“Yeah, cousin. Those accounts were ours, and it was your plan all along to snitch them from us.”

Speechless from anger, Catherine took a moment to pulled herself together, coldly gazed at Chloe, and

said, “I did not snitch anything from any of you! I earned those accounts fairly!”

"Really. Then why did all four Chairmen refuse to see any of us?” Jeff asked, scowling at her.

“We worked so hard to get those accounts for days and our efforts were wasted because no one would

even talk to us about the accounts. How do you explain that?”

Staring at the judgment faces of some of her family members, Catherine felt abandoned for a while.

Then with every last bit of hope she had left, she gazed at her grandfather and said, “I earned those

accounts honestly, grandpa.”

But he turned his head away from her with a look of disappointment on his face.

“Ruining your cousins’ hard work, how ambiguous can you get!” William said, slightly shaking his head.

“We get that you want to prove yourself. But do you have to damage the rest of your cousins’

reputation while doing it?” Andrew uttered with a hint of anger in his tone.

A frown surfaced on Rome’s face as he stared at Catherine's uncles, then at their wives before

focusing on her grandparents.

“Accusing my wife without any proof, is this even fair? You all point fingers at her, but what evidence do

you all have?” Rome asking in annoyance.

“Stay out of it,” Catherine mumbled, fearing that her family would gang upon him.

Staring at Rome, Elijah frowned and said, “Shut up. No one asks for a useless fool import on this

matter.”

With his gazed focus on Catherine's nervous eyes, Rome sighed and said, “I'm may be poor, but I'm

not stupid. Judging someone without any proof is just cruel. My wives got those accounts and this is

the 'thank you' she gets?”

“How dare you accuse us of playing favorites among our grandchildren!” Madam Rosey shouted,

banging her palm on the chair arm.

“Mother, please be calm. We don't want you falling ill because of this ratchet fool.” Andrew said,

pleadingly staring at Madam Rosey.

Not planning to give up just yet, Rome huffed and said, “I think the person we should be focusing on is

Charles.”

In a fit of rage, Charles walked over to Rome, collared him, and said, “What nonsense are you

sputtering out now!”

“You were the one pitching a proposal to the chairman of the MC group, even though the account was

assigned to my wife at the time.”

“Haha! You must be going mad, telling such lies.”

“Oh, really? What did the chairman of the MC group say to your father again? Right, he said, ‘Because

she earned it, unlike your son who tried to pitch a boring proposal to me.' Isn't that right?”

When Mr. Bralow’s eyes met Rome’s judging gaze, he frowned and angrily said, “Let him go, Charles.

He may be worthless, but he isn't wrong. How dare you go after the MC group account when you were

assigned to the Skylight company?”

“Grandpa, I was just trying to help Catherine. We all know how she's been messing up in the past.”

Charles nervously mumbled, letting go of Rome’s coat.

“How can my daughter who has been messing up in the past suddenly have the ability to sway four

top-notch chairmen's minds into giving her projects worth billions of dollars,” Edward uttered, glaring at

his nephew.

The room became quiet for a while. Then Charles gazed at Chloe, Jeff, and Richard, but they stared

the other way, maintaining their silences.

“So she got those contracts out of shed luck, is that what you are implying?” Elijah said, glowering at Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

his brother.

“I don't know. But from what happened at the party tonight, it seems like my daughter was the only one

who kept the family reputation intact, no thanks to your daughter and William’s son.”

“How dare you!”

Out of anger, Madam Rosey scowled at everyone's faces and shouted, “Everyone shut up and gets

out!”

As they all walked out of the living room, Elijah walked over to Edward and said, “Do you know what

happens to people who depend on luck, it runs out, and they are left struggling. The company doesn't

need a person who preform because of luck."

A frown surface on Catherine's father's face, but he said nothing as he pitifully stare at his daughter.