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Billionaire in Disguise Fifty five
As they sat together at the dining table, Joanna raised a topic that had been on her mind. "Travis, you mentioned earlier about arranging something special for our anniversary, right?"Travis, engrossed in feeding Maya, nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, I did mention it. I wanted to make our anniversary memorable."Joanna's expression turned disapproving, and she shook her head. "I've reconsidered. I don't want you to go through the trouble anymore."Confusion filled Travis's face as he looked at Joanna. "What? Why? I thought we both agreed on making it special."Joanna's tone remained firm as she explained, "I'm extremely busy with my own commitments to be bothered about such. Celebrating our anniversary seems trivial compared to my responsibilities. Besides, I already have other obligations during that time and I'd rather engage in it than do anything else."Travis's disbelief was evident in his stare, but he held his tongue, knowing he couldn't argue with Joanna's request."And also,
Billionaire in Disguise Fifty six
Travis arrived at the airport and was taken aback to find William and Alison engaged in conversation with Sophia Marrion. He frowned as he wondered what they were doing there.Upon catching sight of Travis, Alison spotted him and let out an incredulous chuckle. “Oh, look who’s here. What is he doing here?”William turned as well, his tone scornful upon seeing Travis. “Don’t tell me that brainless cousin of mine sent you here, Travis. How can a lowlife like you welcome a woman like Sophia Marion? Unbelievable.”Sophia let out an awkward chuckle. “Uh, if you don't mind, William, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t insult Joanna. I don't really see why she's brainless.” Sophia walked toward Travis, offering a smile. “Hi. I’m Sophia Marrion, as you already know.”Travis nodded and responded, “Yeah, my wife asked me to come here and welcome you.”“Which is mostly because he's nothing more than Joanna’s messenger! I mean, seriously, what is he even doing now? Nothing!” Alison laughed in derisio
Billionaire in Disguise Fifty seven
They arrived at Green Empire, and Sophia’s gaze swept around the opulent surroundings with a sense of awe. The place exuded extravagance, its appearance alone indicating that it catered exclusively to the elite.Casting a sidelong glance at Travis, she couldn’t help but wonder why he had asserted he could afford a private box in such a high-end five-star establishment. Was he attempting to win her favor? Unbelievable.Moving together, they approached the receptionist’s desk, and William began, “We have a reservation —”The receptionist’s eyes widened upon seeing Travis, and she quickly interjected, “Oh, yes, I’m aware.” Handing a ticket to William, she explained, “Just hand this to a waiter, and they’ll guide you to the designated room.”William accepted the ticket, a smile spreading across his face and was surprised to see it was the Empire Box. He glanced back at the receptionist, a perplexed expression on his face. Could there have been a mistake? No, they couldn't have.Amused, he
Billionaire in Disguise Fifty eight
The gentleman clad in a sleek black suit courteously guided the group to the Empire Box, whereupon reaching their destination, he produced a list and extended it directly to Travis. With deference, he stated, “Sir, kindly sign here.”The paper was presented to Travis for his signature, given that the Empire Box had been exclusively reserved in his name.Travis took the paper, a pen handed to him. Yet, as he was about to affix his signature, William’s voice erupted in a sudden outcry, “I always knew you were an imbecile!! Put that fu¢king pen down this instant!”Snatching both the pen and paper with an angry expression, William swiftly added his name before venting his anger at Travis. “Do you possess even an ounce of shame?! You were given a document to sign, and you dared to pick it up!! Who made arrangements for this box, huh? Something even your lifetime is incapable of affording and you have the audacity to lift the pen to sign in my stead! What qualifications do you think you hav
Billionaire in Disguise Fifty nine
The mere sight of the man radiated an aura of imminent danger. His eyes on them were filled with rage that could kill. Clad in an Armani suit, a substantial gold chain draped around his neck, a distinctive rod-like scar etched into his left cheek.In one hand, he gripped a bill, while the other clutched a rod, poised as if ready to unleash violence. A cohort of a dozen tattooed men, their skin etched with marks of their own pasts, stood in formation beside him, effectively encircling the entire group.“I’ve asked a goddamn question here!!! Where the hell did you people come from, and who’s the fu¢ker that granted you access?!” he roared once more.A sense of shock and panic permeated the air, leaving everyone bewildered and uncertain about the unfolding situation.Formally known as Mr. Desmond yet frequently referred to as Mr. D, this individual held the position of Mr. Rowlings’ most trusted aide. Together, they had navigated a rugged path during their early years, a journey that had
Billionaire in Disguise Sixty
As Mr. Rowlings entered the room, a collective wave of astonishment rippled through the gathered individuals. Rather than exuding his usual confidence, he appeared stricken with fear. Instead of acknowledging Travis, his enraged stare was directed unwaveringly at Mr. D, who met his gaze with evident confusion.“Are you intent on dismantling everything we’ve worked so hard to build, Desmond?! I could kill you right now for such a damned mistake!” Mr. Rowlings lashed out in a mixture of anger and frustration, landing a kick squarely on Mr. D’s leg. He then gestured forcefully towards Travis. “That, Desmond, is Mr. Travis, you insolent imbecile!!”Mr. D stood, struck dumb with shock, his gaze shifting between Travis and the man delivering the chastisement. Everyone else turned their gaze toward Travis.That's Mr. Travis? This young man was, in fact, Mr. Travis? The gravity of their almost-executed actions sank in. Their intended actions could have spelled the end of their lives.Suddenly
Billionaire in Disguise Sixty one
Travis arrived home to a warm welcome from his daughter, Maya. He chuckled, lifting her up in his arms. Glancing around the living room, he noticed his wife wasn't present. A slight frown creased his brow, and he inquired, "Where's your mom?""In the room," Maya responded, pointing towards it.Just then, Joanna emerged from the room, her gaze appraising Travis. "Ah, you're back. I assume the day went without a hitch."Travis nodded, confirming, "Absolutely. I ran into your friend, but it was quite the surprise to encounter your cousins."Joanna shook her head with a sigh. "Ah, those two. Grandma decided to orchestrate a more elaborate welcome for Sophia, even though I'd already informed her that I'd discussed the plans with you. She harbored doubts about your ability and aimed for a grand reception.""Well, a grand reception they certainly got," Travis mused, his mind replaying the events that had unfolded.Joanna nodded with affirmation. “Indeed, all thanks to you. You made her day e
Billionaire in Disguise Sixty two
After ending the call with Travis, Devon gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He was dressed in a sleek black Armani suit, accompanied by a Patek Phillipe watch and polished black shoes. Feeling prepared for the challenges of the day ahead, he mentally steeled himself to face Edwin. He was resolute in his readiness.Exiting his room and descending the staircase, he encountered Mrs. Amber Parker, a woman of exquisite beauty and his mother. She approached him with a concerned expression. "It's the day of your appointment, but are you certain you want to be involved?"Devon let out a slight eye roll and regarded his mother. "Mom, you fret too much. Look at those lines on your forehead," he quipped, brushing his hand over her furrowed brow. "I can handle myself just fine."Madame Amber’s brows furrowed as she let out a sigh. “I know you’re capable, but Bianca… she won’t tolerate this. You might end up on her radar, and believe me, that woman is more dangerous than a cornered beast. I wo