A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Seventy

The door to the security room opened, and Thomas turned his gaze toward the doorway, swallowing

hard as he stared at Rome, Brook, and Blaze.

“Thomas, we need to have a chat,” Rome said, staring at the screens in the room for a moment.

Then he walked over to a seat, sat down, and crossed his leg over the other while gazing Thomas

dead in his eyes.

“What do you want to talk to me about, sir?” Thomas mumbled, dragging his gaze to the floor.

“I need to view the security footages of the hallway in the east wing from the day my wife's dress got

brought into this house to the time of my father's welcome back party,” Rome said with his eyes still

focus on Thomas.

It immediately became silent between both men, and for a while, Thomas didn’t utter a word which

made Rome a bit suspicious of him.

“I’m really not in the mood to keep repeating myself, so can we speed this up, Thomas?” Rome coldly

uttered as he hardened his face.

Slowly raising his head, Thomas darted his eyes away from Rome and then mumbled, “Sir, the system

malfunctioned that week and we lost a couple of days' footage.”

Then when Rome gave him a cold stare without uttering a word, he hastily said, “Sir, I'm sorry that I

didn’t tell you. It was because I was worried about losing my job, so…”

“You are about to lose your job if you don’t stop taking me as a fool and start talking.” Rome casually

uttered.

“Sir, I’m telling you the truth. I swear on my la…”

“Which part of what you just told me makes sense, Thomas, uh!”

Seeing that a look of rage had spiked in Rome’s eyes, Thomas hesitated for a moment as he clutched

his fingers together.

“How much did I spend on these devices and security set-up?” Rome asked, clenching his jaws.

When Thomas didn’t reply, his hand slapped against the chair arm as he scowled and uttered in

annoyance, “Speak Thomas!”

“It cost around a few million bucks?” Thomas mumbled, striving to remember the exact figures.

“Now, tell me how my millions of dollars systems suddenly crash around the time my wife’s dress enter

into this mansion, and somehow, you felt afraid to report this to me?!” Rome lashed out, losing his grip

on his anger.

A moment when by in silent, and when Thomas didn’t give him an answer, Rome felt angrier and

shouted, “Did you crash the system on purpose!”

“No boss,!” Thomas mumbled, refusing to look Rome in his eyes.

“Then why the hell were you afraid to tell me about the issue when it happened, and how did you have

it fixed without my knowledge or financial assistant!”

It became completely silent, and Brook took a long look at Thomas and thought, ‘He‘s going to crack.’

But he suddenly screwed his face into a frown and clutched his fist when Thomas boldly uttered, “I’m

telling you the truth, boss.”

Without uttering a word, Rome stood from his seat, approached Thomas, and rested his hands against

the chair arms, drawing his face closer to Thomas’s face.

Then he fixed his cold gaze on Thomas’ darting eyes and uttered, “The message that you receiv…”

“You know about the message!” Thomas blurted out in fear before getting a grip on his tongue.

Pulling away from him, Rome stood up straight, drew a breath, and asked, “Did someone order you to

delete the footage of those days?”

At first, Thomas maintained his silence. Then he met Rome’s eyes and mumbled, “Yes!”

Then he hung his head, sighed, and said, “I’m sorry, boss. To be honest, I didn’t think it was a big deal

to delete the recording since it was only footage of ma’am, Nora, and you entering your bedroom that

week.”

“Nora?!” Rome mumbled with a mixture of anger and hurt in his eyes.

“Yes. She was the maid on cleaning duty that week, and she was the only one who had access to your

bedroom during that time."

“Fuc…!”

Not uttering another word, Rome stormed out of the room and headed downstairs while striving to hold

it all together.

The moment Rome walked into the kitchen and Nora turned to gaze at him, she smiled brightly as she

said, “Good morni…”

“Why did you do it, Nora?!” Rome shouted, suppressing his anger as he stared at the look of confusion

on her face.

“Do what, sir?”

“Help some stranger spy on my wife and me Why would you betray us in such a way?!”

Immediately, the color drained from Nora’s face and her hands trembled as she stared blankly at Rome

and then at Brook and Blaze as they walked in the kitchen.

Within a split second, Nora burst into tears and dropped to her knees, crying her eyes out as she

rested her head on the tiles and then mumbled, “Forgive me, sir.

As Rome stared at her, he felt frustrated because now, he didn’t know what to do with her sudden

outburst and his anger.

Then he brushed his hand over his face and asked in a calmier tone, “Why did you do it, Nora?” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“I started receiving threat messages about my family a couple of months ago. The first text said, ‘Your

daughter just entered Greenland supermarket. It will be a shame if she never takes those groceries

home.’ When I called my daughter after reading the message, she was definitely at Greenland

supermarket, buying groceries for her household.” Nora cried.

Then she slowly raised her head, looked at Rome, and said, “I got terrified, and replied to the text,

‘What do you want from me?’ And that’s when I got a command from the next message to constantly

report back to the same number about you and ma’am daily happens in the house and also, to follow

the following texts that I would get to the letter.”

The kitchen grew awfully silent as Rome intensely gazed at her, not knowing what judgment to pass at

that moment. Then he frowned and asked, “Where’s your phone?”

Taking it out of her apron pocket, Nora stood to her feet and approached Rome and handed it to him

before taking a few steps back.

“We have the upper hand now since he doesn’t know that Nora is busted,” Rome said, turning his gaze

toward Brook. “Do you think you can track the number she has been getting these texts on and see if

you can pinpoint a location?”

A look of nervousness crossed Blaze and Brook’s faces as they suddenly remember what they came to

report to him.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Brook rubbed his neck and said, “Boss, can we take this

conversation back to the study?”

There was a brief pause. Then Rome walked out of the kitchen with Nora’s phone in his hand and

headed upstairs asBrook and Blaze quietly walking after him.

When they reached inside the study a couple of minutes later, Rome looked at his men and said, “What

is it?”

For a moment, Blaze stared at Brook and then looked back at Rome before saying, “It seemed that

Nora wasn’t the only one getting blackmail text. Reporters were also receiving threats which forced

them to publish the news against their will, and the detail of the news was sent to them by messages

on several different numbers and all those numbers came from an untraceable phone.”

“What?” Rome said, feeling confused, even though he understood.

“Scar informed us about that a while back. But he didn’t want to tell you about another information that

would disappoint you, so he convinced us not to tell you and keep investigating more. But…”

“But What!?”

“But after digging into the plate from the black Chevrolet Cacamo plate and the website that links

Chloe’s and you's footage from the hotel plaza, it’s no doubt that whoever is behind all this… they

aren’t leaving bread crumb that leads back to them. It all usele…”

Holding in his words, Blaze eyed Brook, and when he noticed his partner stare, he sighed softly before

saying, “The Chevrolet Cacamo was a rental, and the person who rented it claimed that she was paid

by someone to do so. The description she gives us fits the looks of the guy that was in hotel Plaza

CCTV footage, getting into the Black Chevrolet Cacamo.”

Frustrated, Rome walked over to the couch and sluggishly sat down, burying his face into his palm as

he let out a harsh sigh.

“Also, the footage of you and Chloe was released on an illegal website, and its sources are

untraceable.” Blaze said, staring at Rome with a look of concern in his eyes.

“So, we are actually back to square one. With all the information that we have, we got nothing.

Absolutely nothing!” Rome mumbled, squeezing his fists tightly.

The room fell silent for a moment, and Brook looked at Blaze and then thought, ‘Now, I understand why

Scar refused to come. Seeing boss in this state is really heartbreaking.’

After listening to the silence in the room for a moment, Rome pulled out his phone and dialed Mr.

Ford’s number.

The moment his father answered, he firmly uttered, “I think it’s time to catch up on our little

conversation from the other night!”

The line grew silent for a couple of second. Then Mr. Ford’s voice echoed into his ear, “Come over to

my place, and let’s chat.”