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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
Billionaire in Disguise Sixty three
Devon reclined comfortably in his chair, exuding an air of nonchalance and complete lack of fear in anticipation of Edwin's furious entrance. In fact, he casually averted his gaze with a derisive smirk etched on his face.A disapproving snort emanated from Edwin as he stormed into the office, his bloodshot eyes locked onto Devon. "So, it's you, huh? Travis' buddy, living the dream, I presume."Devon's lips curved into a taunting smile as he met Edwin's gaze. "And it's you, the loser." He shot back, his response accompanied by a chuckle.With an air of aggression, Edwin advanced toward the desk and slammed his hand down, creating a resounding thud. "Do you think I'll let any of you get away with this?! This place is mine, and I won't allow you to snatch what belongs to me!"Devon's expression remained composed, his tone unshaken. "Rather than focusing on that, perhaps you should dedicate some effort to uncovering your father's identity from your mother. Then, you can lay claim to what'
Billionaire in Disguise Sixty four
Travis’s life with Joanna had been far from smooth. In truth, it had been a hurried one, pushed by circumstances from her family, and marred by his financial limitations that prevented him from giving Joanna the elaborate wedding she truly deserved.He had hoped to make amends over time, but their relationship had struggled to regain its footing, especially after the ordeal involving Maya. Travis believed that reuniting Joanna with her family would heal their wounds, but reality proved him wrong.Hopefully, it won't be the biggest mistake he ever made.Determined to mend their bond, especially now that he has the money and connections, he arrived at one of Grove City’s prestigious establishments, Royal Elegance. Here, he intended to provide Joanna with an experience that would make amends, enlisting the talents of one of the finest chefs in the city.To bring his vision to life, he had set his sights on the renowned culinary artist, Isabella De Luca. Her name was synonymous with culin
Billionaire in Disguise Sixty five
Joyce arched an eyebrow at Travis in surprise. “Mocking you?” She chuckled and continued, “Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to bruise your ego; I was merely reminiscing about the past. Since you have the guts and the face to ask for my help, of course, I'll be glad to be of assistance, Travis. So tell me, what brings an ordinary man like you to my abode?”A flicker of annoyance sparked within Travis, but he swallowed his pride and decided to go straight to the point. “I need to arrange a meeting with Isabella De Luca.”Joyce’s jaw practically dropped, soon giving way to laughter. “Are you being serious right now? You — you’re seeking an audience with Isabella De Luca. The Isabella De Luca of Royal Elegance!”Travis nodded resolutely. “Indeed. I desire a meeting with her to discuss an important and urgent matter.”Joyce let out a scoff, her gaze piercing as she sized up Travis with a derisive curl of her lip. The audacity he displayed was beyond her comprehension. "Hold on, haven't you already