A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Sixty-Five

A look of hesitation crossed Catherine's face, and then she mumbled, "I don't know. I was too mad at

you for lying to me that it didn't cross my mind to check who the sender was."

Without replying to her, Rome walked over to the couch, took out his phone from his coat pocket, and

then scrolled through it for a moment. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Then his eyes darkened, and he looked at Catherine's phone for a moment before focusing back on his

screen.

"What is it?" Catherine asked, noticing how serious his face had become.

"It was the puppets' master," Rome said, feeling a sense of anger rising in him. "He's not only after me!

He's watching you too!"

Frowning, Catherine woke from the bed, approached Rome, and stared at her phone screen and then

his.

Then she frowned and said, "But why would he send me these pictures?"

Clutching his fist, Rome met her darting eyes and subconsciously said, "Isn't it crystal clear! The same

reason they tried to set me up with Chloe. Whoever this person is, they want to break us up,

Catherine."

Those words made sense to Catherine, and yet, it still confused her, "Bu... Why would he think these

pictures would cause conflict between us."

For a moment, it grew silent between them. Then a bitter laugh escaped Rome's lips as anger spiked in

his eyes.

"Who did you tell about my whereabouts yesterday?" Rome asked with a straight expression.

"I don't know," Catherine mumbled without giving it a thought.

Then her eyes suddenly widened as she gazed at Rome and shouted out, "Mini!"

"Our maid, Mini?" Rome asked, lowering his brows.

"Yes. She seemed rather concerned about setting up a plate for you last night, and I told her that you

were at a business meeting!"

"That calculative bastard! They found out that I lied to you about the meeting and thought that sending

the picture would start something between us."

Suddenly, all the displaced pieces of the puzzle started to fit together in Rome's head, and then he

firmly uttered, "It makes sense. If you want to know more about someone, plant a spy in their home!"

"Are you saying, Mini is also a puppet in his game?" Catherine asked, ignoring the feeling of

annoyance she felt after Rome abruptly confessed to lying to her about the meeting.

"I don't know. It could be her or anyone in this damn house! Who knows how many of their people they

have infiltrated into our lives!"

"But she was the only one who asked about you that night?"

"Yes, but she could have passed the information to anyone who had asked her."

Silence followed Rome's remark. Then after a couple of quiet minutes, Rome's face grew serious as he

looked at Catherine and said, "Your father said that you give your uncles and cousins access back into

DreamTeam. Please tell me, you are not honest about that?"

When Catherine didn't answer, a look of disbelief crossed Rome's face, and he firmly said, "No! That's

not happening!"

"It's not like I was the one who paved the way for them! It was this so-called puppets' master who

somehow got Charles shares in the company without my knowledge!" Catherine said in annoyance.

"What?"

"And there's nothing I can do about it because all of the paperwork is legal!"

"Are you sure!"

Noticing the look of hesitation on Catherine's face, Rome frowned and said, "I'm getting a lawyer to

look into it! And until we can have Charles out of there, you can not allow the rest in!"

“You must be kidding, right?” Catherine asked, feeling an instant sense of remorse.

“No, I'm not joking, Catherine. I have enough enemies already, I don't need you to bring in more!"

"Enemies? Don't you think using that word on my family is a bit too harsh!"

"What are they then?"

There was a long pause as Catherine gazed at Rome with a look of disbelief on her face. Then she

lowered her gaze and said, "They are not perfect. But who can claim themselves as flawless? We all

make mistakes, right?"

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" Rome asked, frowning at her.

"I just think they deserve a second chance!"

"What words did they brainwash you with at that dinner!?"

"No one brainwashed me!"

"Really? Because I expect you to know better by now, Catherine! So why are you acting like you

don't?"

"Wow!"

Striving to suppress all the mixed emotions running through him, Rome stepped past her, walked over

to the wardrobe, and pulled out a white t-shirt with sweatpants.

“Why are you acting so unreasonable!” Catherine mumbled, squinting her eyelids.

Turning a cold eye on her, Rome slammed the door closed and angrily said, “Do I look like I'm enjoying

this or being the one making the tough decision here!?”

"No," Catherine said, staring away from him. "I just feel guilty. If I would have let them into the company

earlier, Charles would not need to work with this so-called puppet master."

"Okay, and if you would have had the heart to divorce me then Chloe wouldn't have gone through all

those lengths to get to me, is that what you are saying?" Rome asked as he got dressed.

"No!"

"Really! Okay then what's the difference, Catherine?"

The silence in the room grew louder as Rome looked into her eyes, noticing the hurt within them.

"I don't know," Catherine whispered, darting her gaze away from him.

"That's because there is no difference between Charles and Chloe. They will both go to any length to

get what they want, and it's not your fault that they do. You need to understand that." Rome said,

walking over to her.

Without uttering a word, Catherine crossed her arms and frowned, knowing that he was right.

When Rome was a foot away from her, he met her eyes and said, "It's okay to be selfish to protect

yourself from people that want to hurt you. You are not a bad person for defending yourself and

standing your ground."

Although she was annoyed at him and had so many responses running through her head, when Rome

entangled his fingers with hers, the feeling she got from his touch caused her lips to continuously rebel

against her, refusing to say the words in her head out loud.

But when Rome drew towards her lips, Catherine pulled back, frowning as she mumbled, "I'm still mad

at you for lying to me and coming who all bruised up again!"

"I don't like these bruises either," Rome said, staring solely into her eyes.

"Then stop getting into fights."

"I don't choose my battles, babe. Instead, they find me, and if I don't fight, that's where the true danger

lies."

Staring at the indecisive look on Catherine's face, Rome raised her chin, and said, "I need to do this to

keep you safe, to keep us safe.

A soft smile crept on her lips as she gazed into his eyes and then mumbled, " You are right, about all of

it. I guess tomorrow I have to tell my uncles that they can't work in dreamTeam. I don't know how they

will take it, but it's the right thing to do."