SECRETLY THE TRILLIONAIRE BOSS!

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“....We set a time. I'd be meeting up with Franklin Rock himself in two hours from now.” Byron explained to Lincoln and the rest.

“How did you know that guy wasn't the real Franklin Rock?” Tbaj asked.

“Yeah…. I thought he was accurate.” Lincoln added.

Byron sighs, “He was nervous when he walked into the room.” He said, “I already suspected when he asked for Beatrice's tape. I knew something was off when he made that request. But what convinced me more was when he said he was an asthmatic patient.”

“Could he be lying about that?” Tbaj asked.

Byron nodded, “He called a random name as what he used in his inhaler. He isn't asthmatic. He was sent by Derek.”

“How did Derek know we'd be contacting his former employee?” Sucre shrugged.

“No idea, but Derek would always try to be one step ahead of us but we are smarter for him not to know our next step.”

“That's the spirit.” Byron smiled and stood to walk away.

“Where are you going, meh?” Lincoln and Tbaj asked almost at the same time.

“To Sa