A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Seventy-Four

When the door to Catherine’s office opened, and Rome walked in with lawyer Lincoln a few steps

behind him, Charles sneered and narrowed his eyes.

Then he stood from his seat when Rome approached him and tapped Rome on the shoulder as he

sarcastically said, "Aha, my dear cousin-in-law. I don't know why my cousin called you for whe..."

Suddenly a loud cry rushed from Charles's lips when Rome grabbed his wrist and viciously twisted it.

"Cather... Aughhh!” Charles screamed as he stared into Rome's cold gaze. “Yeow!”

Struggling against the anguish he felt, Charles stared at Catherine with wet eyes and yelled, “Owww!”

"Don't you dare put your filthy hands on me again!" Rome coldly uttered. "Do you understand?!"

Unable to speak because he was on the verge of crying out the pain, Charles aggressively nodded as

Rome's grip on his hand grew tighter and firmer.

After Rome let go of Charles's hand, he scowled at Rome and then stared at the bruise on his skin.

Ignoring the look of anger on his face, Rome approached Catherine and then stopped a foot away from

her.

With a hint of remorse in her eyes, Catherine hastily said, "I'm sorry for pulling you away from…"

"It's okay. You don't have to be sorry." Rome said, gazing into her eyes as he took her hands in his.

"Lincoln is here. He's my father's lawyer. The best in the field, and he's going to help us figure this out."

With a mocking smile on his lips, Charles narrowed his eyes and said, "There's nothing that your so-

called lawyer can d…"

When Rome threw him a hard look, he immediately sealed his bottom and top lip together, hastily

staring away from Rome.

"Are these the documents?" Sam asked, picking the folder off the table before staring at Catherine.

Nodding slightly, she drew a breath and mumbled, "Yes."

Not saying another word, Sam went through the file, and the entire time Rome studied his face, judging

from his expression that things weren't going to be simple.

A couple of minutes later, Sam shut the folder, scowled at Charles before staring at Rome with a frown This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

on his face, and said, "Title theft is not a likely threat because it’s difficult and complicated to achieve in

most municipalities and states. However, it is a concern because it can, and does, happen. In this case,

it has transpired."

Looking back at Charles, Lawyer Lincoln slightly shook his head and said, "I don't know how he did it,

but the deeds and changes of will are real. However, if we can prove that this perpetrator of fraud

mimicked the signatures, we have a strong case."

"Perpetrator of what? Fraud?" Charles mumbled in annoyance, scowling at the lawyer.

Ignoring Charles, Rome focused on Catherine and gently intoned, "Have you called your grandfather?"

"No," Catherine mumbled. "Charles claimed that grandfather willingly signed these papers."

"Babe, it's Charles! Are you going to believe a word that comes from him, especially after what he did"

"That's true."

"Go on and call, Mr. Barlow."

Rolling his eyes in the back of his head as he thought, 'Why are you guys talking about me like I'm not

standing right here.'

After getting ahold of her phone, Catherine dialed her grandfather's number and then focused on

Rome's eyes.

When Mr. Barlow answered the call, she put the phone on speaker and hastily asked, "Grandfather, did

you change your will and made Charles the family top inheritor?"

"I did what!?" Mr. Barlow shouted from the other side of the call.

"Did you turn over the company and our family estates to Charles?!"

"Of course not!"

The line went silent for a moment, and Catherine glared at her cousin as he stared at her without a

care.

"What are you talking about?!" Mr. Barlow lashed out, and Catherine slightly pulled the phone away

from her face.

Then she sighed and said, "Charles brought a bunch of documents to my office, claiming that you

signed them, turning DreamTeam and everything else over to him."

"I did no such thing!" Mr. Barlow said, sounding annoyed.

Without taking his eyes off Catherine's cold gaze, Charles loudly uttered, "Oh, but you did, grandpa."

"What! Charles! Is that you speaking!" Mr. Barlow shouted.

"The one and only."

"You! You! What have you done! Uh! How did you get those deeds!"

"Does the means matter? The only thing that matters here is that I finally corrected the mistake that

you made! Which is, making me the family top inheritor as it should have been!"

"Did you start doing drugs, boy! What nonsense are you saying now?!"

A yawn escaped Charles's lips as he listened to his grandfather lashing out at him through the phone.

Finally, the line grew silent for a while as Catherine listened to her grandfather struggling to catch his

breath and then cried out, "My poor heart!"

Then after a couple of seconds had gone by, Mr. Barlow finally said, "Catherine!"

Swaying her eyes on Rome, a look of sadness crossed her face, Catherine calmly uttered, "Yes,

grandfather?"

"You should come over to the house with the documents. Also, bring that filthy rat with you!" Mr. Barlow

firmly uttered, sounding annoyed.

"Okay grandfather."

"Please, come now."

"We are on our way, grandpa."

After Mr. Barlow ended the call, Catherine glared at her cousin and lashed out in annoyance, "You

need to stop this nonsense! Grandfather sounded like he was having a heart attack just now."

"I wasn't the one who called him and got him all worked up over the truth!" Charles casually uttered.

"The truth? Charles! Grandfather just confirmed that he didn't sign these papers. So why don't you just

stop and save all of us the trouble, uh?"

"There's nothing to stop here, dear cousin. It has already happened."

Clenching his jaws, Rome remained silent, deciding that Charles's confidence was too bold for the

paperwork to be fake.

"How did you get your hands on these papers?" Rome coldly uttered, meeting Charles's eyes.

Even though he had a lot of rude replies in his head to give to Rome, he took a moment and said, "Just

like others get their hands on documents."

"I don't need you to play smart mouth with me right now, Charles, so pick your next response wisely!"

Rome harshly uttered. "How did you pull this off?!"

A couple of minutes went by quietly, and feeling enraged by the silence he was getting from Charles,

Rome tightened his fists.

As he was about to march towards him, Charles hastily drew back, tripped over his feet, and landed his

butt on the tiles, accidentally pressing his bruised hand on the floor.

"Fuck!!" He screamed, hastily pulling his hand in front of him and glaring at it. "You snapped my bones

from the joint?!"

"Don't answer my question frankly, and your wrist bone wouldn't be the only thing that I will pop from its

joint!" Rome harshly said with his icy gaze on Charles.

After a few minutes had gone by without getting an answer, Rome stepped from behind the desk, and

Charles cried out in fear, "Catherine, get a grip on your husband!!"

"Answer the question, cousin!" Catherine casually uttered.

Widening his eyes, a look of fear sparkled on Charles's eyes when Rome took a step towards him, and

he shouted, "The mail! I got it through a package that was delivered to the mansion!"

"Who was the delivery from?!" Rome coldly asked.

"I don't know!"

"Don't test my patience, Charles."

Seeing that Rome was about to take another step from him, Charles yelled, "I honestly don't know! I

got an unknown call to come outside the fence, and a guy wearing a black hoodie and face cap with a

mask handled me the package when I got there. Then he left without even uttering a word to me."

When Rome raised his brow, Charles cried out, "I swear! It is the truth. You can check the fence cams

when we get to the mansion!"

Frowning, Rome kept silent as he thought, 'What does making Catherine lose the Barlow's wealth do

for that freak?! Is it to piss me off, or there is more to this that I'm not seeing?'