A Billionaire In Disguise
Chapter 32
The moment the elevator hit the top floor and its door opened, Rome walked into the corridor along with Mr. Orlando and K.
Then he faced his father and said, “You know what to do, right?”
“Yeah. But can you handle this end?” Mr. Ford asked with worry in his expression.
“Father, I…”
“Rome, inside that conference hall, are the top beasts in the business industry, and if you can't tame them, you wouldn't earn their submission.”
“Have a little faith in me. I'm your son after all.”
As his expression relaxed, Mr. Ford rested his palm on Rome’s cheek, patted it, and said, “You have my full trust, son. I'm proud of you.”
Afterward, he drew his hand to his side and the bodyguard pressed button one. Then the elevator door closed.
“Let's go,” Rome mumbled, glancing at Mr. Orlando.
The conference room was quiet as everyone anxiously waited, expecting Mr. Ford to walk into the room at any minute.
But when the doors opened and Rome stepped inside, it grew awfully silent with everyone staring in disbelief as he marched to the front of the room, and then stopped before facing them.
“Good day. I'm Rome Ford, the new head over the 2.5 billion dollars resort project.” Rome said, keeping a straight face.
Shock took over the guest's faces as they focused their eyes solely on him without uttering a word.
Then after a few minutes had gone by quietly, a commotion arose with everyone throwing their thoughts in the open and speaking out whatever came to mind.
of them speaking at once, Rome barely had
say something, his words would get overshadowed by the noise
people up,” Rome mumbled, rubbing
Mr. Orlando approached the mic, tapped on it, and instantly the
the sudden change in their behavior and said, “My young master has
as Mr. Orlando stepped aside and allowed Rome
hardened his face and said, “My father must have
of some of the guests clearing
business tycoons? All I see are grown men and women behaving
point, every noise in the room suddenly ceased, and
myself wasting 2.5 billion dollars on people who can't show me the tiniest bit of respect,” Rome
minutes, listening to the silence with a sense of satisfaction, and after seeing the look of
of the guests reacted for a moment, but when they saw Rome heading for the door, a noise aroused, filled with their pleading
after him into the corridor while calling
desperate voices felt like music of victory in Rome's ears as he casually marched down
he stared at the group being shoved back by the bodyguards. Then he stepped
out his phone from his
moment, Mr. Ford stared at the DreamTeam building. Then he answered the call, and asked, “How's the
placing his right hand
“Why?”
They have to know that they need me, and
pushed the car door open and said, “Well, I couldn't be more proud to call you
“Have you arrived?”