A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Sixty-Two

Twirling her chair left to right, Catherine stared at Charles' prideful expression and then screwed her

face into a frown

“Look, Charles, I don't have the energy and time for whatever nonsense this is, so please leave my

office!” Catherine finally said, giving him a cold stare as she sat up straight.

A frown settled on Charles' face as he took a long look at her.

Then he sighed and said, “Let me rephrase my sentence. 'I legally bought shares from some of the

shareholders of DreamTeam, and now, I'm the vice-chair since I'm the second highest shareholder in

the company."

“Do you have a high fever or something?” Catherine firmly uttered. "There's no way you have the

financial backing to sway this company's shareholders to sell their shares to you!"

“You will be shocked to find out the kind of powerful connection I have now!” Charles boastfully uttered,

smirking faintly.

"What powerful connection?! What are you even talking about!?"

"Won't you like to know! But I'm glad to tell you, dear cousin, that it is none of your business!"

Scowling at Charles, Catherine took a long look at him and then casually asked, "Did you take any

illegal substance this morning?"

Filled with arrogance and rage, Charles clenched his fists and stood from his seat.

Then he walked over to the desk, tossed a folder onto it and rested his palms flat on its wooden surface

without taking his gaze of Catherine's calm eyes, and firmly said, "Is that convincing enough?!"

For a moment, Catherine hesitated. Then she picked up the file, and the moment she gazed at the first

page, her eyes grew troubled.

'This can not be possible.' Catherine thought, realizing that the document was legal.

"Cat got your tongue, dear cousin!?" Charles mockingly said with a smirk on his lips.

Swaying her gaze away from the paper, Catherine glared at him and asked, "Who's your connection,

Charles?!"

"As I said, it's none of your damn business, dear cousin!" Charles firmly uttered. "What I can tell you is

that they did something that you were too selfish to let happen!"

"Do you think I don't want to allow you guys back into DreamTeam! But the damage you all cause this

comp…"

"Oh, spare me the bullcrap! You just want everyone to be beneath you so you can finally feel some

sense of worth because you had none until Rome walked into your life!"

"Charles!"

"What?! It's true! I bet after here, you are going to take off galloping to him to ask him to get me out of

this place!"

"That's not tru…"

"New flash, cousin, these documents are legal, and taking me to court would be the only way you can

take me out of this company."

Speechless from rage, Catherine took a long look at Charles, striving to get her anger under control.

Then she drew a deep breath and said, "As long as you don't do anything to hurt the company, I'm fine

with you being here, honestly."

"Well, even if you are not okay with me being here, there is absolutely nothing you can do about it, so

save your words because pretending is an ugly look on you," Charles said, taking the folder out of

Catherine's hand.

Then he turned to leave, but her voice stopped him in his tracks, "You don't know who your powerful

connection is. Am I right?"

Keeping silent, Charles took in a deep breath, squeezing his eyelids shut.

"I think the person that is helping you was the one who used Chloe and made her do all that

outrageous stuff that got her in trouble," Catherine said, staring at his back.

"Chloe doesn't need someone to push her to do things, especially if it means getting what she wants,"

Charles said, raising his lashes. "And just like her, I would willingly shake hands with the devil if that

means getting what I want!"

"Do you hear yourself?!"

"I don't think I stuttered, dear cousin!"

A frown crossed Catherine's face as she watched Charles walk out of her office with the folder in his

hand.

Then after he shut the door, she picked up her phone and scrolled through her contact, frowning at the

number she stopped at.

After dialing her grandfather's number, Catherine waited patiently, and a few seconds later, she heard,

"Hey, dear."

"Are you aware that Charles is now the company's new Vice-chair?"

The line instantly grew silent, and Catherine felt a sense of rage as she mumbled, "Unbelievable!"

"Come to the house later, and let's talk about it over dinner." Mr. Barlow gently said from the other end

of the call.

Then there was a brief pause before he mumbled, "You haven't told Rome about this yet, right dear?"

"You must be kidding me?! Do any of you guys respect me, or is it just my husband you all fear!?"

Catherine lashed out in annoyance.

"Of course, we respect you, dear. Please, come over for dinner, and we can all talk things out like

family."

"Fine! I will be there."

"Catherine?"

"What is it, grandpa?!"

"Can you not bring Rome along. It's just that your uncles and cousins are a bit rebellious, and I don't

want them to offend him."

Keeping silent, Catherine narrowed her eyes and thought, 'But you don't mind them hurting my

feelings! Some grandfather you are!'

Then a sigh escaped her lips, and she finally said, "Sure, grandpa."

The silence in the office was suddenly disturbed by a knock on the door, and without staring away from

the blueprints on his desk, Rome called out, "Come in."

It took a moment for the door to open. Then he lifted his head and his gaze met Amara's eyes.

With a calm expression on her face, she smiled at him and shut the door behind her before softly

saying, "Good morning,"

"Morning," Rome casually uttered as he watched her walk over to a chair and then take a seat.

"I'm here like you asked. So what did you want to talk about?"

"Henry and the others have been working on this, and they finally arrive in my office this morning."

"What are they?"

"I wanted them to get done with them first before informing you. Well, they are several blueprints for the

building idea of NewWorld inc. new branch."

"Blueprints?"

Seeing the mixture of confusion and stress on Amara's face, Rome hesitated for a moment, trying to

figure out what her expression meant.

Then he picked up the blueprints, laid them in front of her, and said, "Yes. I need your consent on which Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

one is perfect so construction can start."

"But won't that mean it will take a couple of months before we can have the company up and running?"

Amara asked, striving not to look bothered.

"Yes."

"Can't we just buy a building?"

It fell silent between them as Rome instantly gaze at her, and feeling nervous by his stare, Amara

pushed her hair behind her ear, and said, "I mean it will be way less time-consuming if we buy a

building."

"But we are not in a rush," Rome calmly uttered with a touch of suspicion in his eyes. "Or are we?"

"Let's be honest here, Mr. Ford, we are both busy people, and starting a new project like that would

only add up on our workload. So, why not cut down the work by buying a building instead?"

"Well,"

Even though Rome felt hesitant to admit it, he knew Amara was right. So he drew a breath and said,

"That makes way more sense. Since that's the case, I will have Henry and the others assigned on

finding suitable buildings that we can use."

"I'm so glad you agree with me, Mr. Ford. It's not like we can't start from scratch, but it's beneficial for

both of us if we don't." Amara said, giving him a soft smile.

"I understand."

"Okay then, I will be waiting on your call for the options of buildings Henry and his team would come up

with."

"Sure,"

After a brief silence, Amara stood to her feet, and as she was about to walk away, Rome met her eyes

and suddenly asked, "Amara, have you ever received a message from an unknown number?"

Immediately, her face went blank as she stared at him without uttering a word.