A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Thirty-Five

After staring at the wine for quite some time, Catherine looked at Earl, softly smiled, and said, "So,

what about DreamTeam that makes you and your father want to work with me, except for the fact that

you think I'm a sensual woman?"

Then she watched Earl's gaze lowered towards the glass before drifting back to her face, and feeling a Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

bit pressured by his stare, Catherine picked up the glass and gave him a quick smile.

For a while, she slowly twirled the glass in her hand and then boldly asked, "Are you going to answer

my question, Mr. Earl?"

"Yes! Right!" Earl said, pulling himself together.

At that moment, his phone rang, and even though he tried to ignore and focus his attention on

Catherine, the calls kept coming. So he finally got frustrated and picked up the phone.

Then he glimpsed at Catherine and said, "Excuse me for a moment."

Afterward, he stood to his feet, walked a few distances away from Catherine, and turned his back to

her before answering the call.

Without wasting a second, Catherine took a bunch of the napkins, stuffed them in her purse, and then

spilled the wine on them.

When the glass was empty, she set it back on the table, closed her bag, and then turned her phone

screen on to see if it was still recording.

"Mr. Earl, what do you mean by our date is canceled! We were supposed to meet up and talk about you

helping me to get the lead role for 'Skylight production' new film!" A lady's voice echoed into James'

ear, causing him to frown.

"We can do it some other time!" Mr. Earl impatiently said in a low tone.

"But you promise me that we will talk about it over dinner tonight. Also, how could you get your

assistant to be the one to tell me that our plan for tonight got canceled."

"Let's just say I caught a bigger and better fish than you, and such a rare opportunity isn't something I

plan to waste."

"What is that supposed to mean!"

"Goodbye, Celia, and don't you dare call me again, tonight. If you do, you can forget about your acting

career as a whole!"

After ending his call with Celia, Mr. Earl took a deep breath, and then he turned around to face

Catherine.

When their eyes locked, she kept a stiff smile on her lips as she watched him approach the table and

then take his seat.

"Were you too shy to drink in front of me, Miss Catherine?" Mr. Earl said, smirking at the empty glass

before her.

"Maybe, maybe not." Catherine softly intoned with a naive expression.

Without saying anything else, Mr. Earl studied her face, and then after a few minutes when by,

Catherine caught him staring at his watch, and she instantly guessed what that meant.

Getting into character, Catherine drowsily gazed at him and then softly giggled. Then she fluttered her

lashes and asked without losing her cute smile, "Did someone turn on the heater?"

"Why ask, Miss Catherine?" Earl coldly inquired as his eyes grew dark.

"I feel a bit hot and lightheaded."

"Do you want to step out for some cold air? I can drive you to the beach, and we can talk more after

your head is clear."

Shutting her eyes for a second, Catherine softly moaned and then thought, 'If I leave here with Earl, I

will get in more danger! I got to find a way to stall and get the information out of him right here and

now.'

Then she slowly raised her lashes, sleepily looked at Mr. Earl, and said, "I lied!"

Immediately, a frown settled on Mr. Earl's face as he calmly replied, "Oh, what did you lie about,

sweetheart?"

"I know who Natasha is and how you drugged her and abused her. The wine that I just drank, you

spiked it, didn't you?"

When Mr. Earl didn't respond and kept staring intensely at her, Catherine didn't back down and asked,

"Are you going to do to me what you did to her and the other women?!"

"It depends," Earl mumbled, keeping his gaze on her dizzy eyes.

"You know Rome isn't going to let you walk away free if you do this! Also, there's no way you can leave

here with me. Not when Blaze is right out there. You should keep your tail between your legs and walk

away before you bite more than you can chew."

Frowning, Mr. Earl stood from his seat, walked over to Catherine, and glared at her for a moment

before raising his hand and viciously slapping her.

Tears settled in Catherine's eyes as she kept watching his expression hardened.

Then Mr. Earl leaned towards her and said, "A frustrated married woman who's angry about her

husband cheating on her with a stripper decided to get revenge by sleeping with the guy he hates to

see, look at or talk to her."

Frowning slightly, Catherine watched Earl faintly sneer and then said, "Whose story do you think people

will believe more? You or me? Also, your so-called bodyguard is just one man. Do you think that he can

stop me from leaving here with you?"

"You bastard!" Catherine firmly said in a fit of rage.

A misty laugh escaped Mr. Earl's lip as he watched tears roll from the corners of Catherine's eyes, and

then he cockily uttered, "Ahh, name-calling. You sound so much like Natasha. She was the fiercest one

among all of them."

Grabbing Catherine's jaw, Mr. Earl tightly squeezed it and said, "You should keep this energy for later

and not disappoint me!"

Feeling disgusted and filled with hate for him, Catherine stood to her feet and sput in his face.

Then she hastily raised her hand and swung it at him. But Earl grabbed her wrist, and he was about to

slap her for the second time when the room door crashed to the floor with a loud, "Bang!"

Both Catherine and Mr. Earl subconsciously stared at the doorway, and then her eyes widened as she

watched Rome walk inside, looking deadass mad.

The room immediately grew still as Rome frowned at her. Then he glared at Earl and coldly uttered,

"Get your filthy hands off my wife!"

"Th-is, this! Hahaha, this was a set-up! You two set me up!!" Mr. Earl cried, tightening his grip on

Catherine's wrist.

Unable to take the pain she felt, Catherine lowered her brows and cried, "It hurts."

Those words instantly switched off Rome's emotion, and he felt numb with rage as he moved straight

towards Earl.

As fear snatched his soul, Earl pushed Catherine in front of him and then shoved her towards Rome,

and the moment she banged into him, Earl made a run for the door.

But when he was just a few feet away from the doorway, he immediately stopped in his tracks as he

watched K enter the room with Brook, Scar, and Blaze behind him.

"Where is Stony!!" Earl shouted, taking two unstable steps back.

"I knocked him out a while ago." Blaze said with a smirk.

Stuck in the feeling of denial, Mr. Earl mumbled in confusion, "My men! There's no way you guys could

handle them all."

"You must be stupid to think that I was the only one protecting Miss tonight."

Finally, reality hit Earl, and he slowly shook his head, mumbling, "No, this can't be."

Then Earl suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder, and when he turned around, Rome's fist slammed into

his face, causing him to blackout for a second.

Unable to sway her gaze away from Rome, Catherine felt her heart thudded in her chest as she

watched Rome fiercely deliver another punch against Earl's jaw.

"Wait!" Earl screamed as Rome was about to strike the third punch.

A look of hesitation spiked in Rome's eyes, and he paused, and at that exact moment, Earl's anger

woke, and he threw a punch, hitting Rome in the mouth and cutting his bottom lip.

With a touch of calmness in his eyes, Rome slowly licked the blood off his wounded lip and smirked.

Then he fixed his cold gaze on Earl and said, “You shouldn't have done that!"

Blinded by intense rage, Earl threw a second punch. But before it could touch Rome, he dodged.

Then without taking control of his anger, Rome swung his leg at Earl, slamming his foot against his

cheekbone.

Losing his balance for a moment, Earl took two steps back. Then he swayed slightly on his feet, made

a fist, and waved it towards Rome's face.

But his hand passed a slim distance near Rome's right eye, and even though he missed his first strike,

Earl swiftly sent another hit, viciously blowing Rome in the nose.

“Do you think I'm going to stick my tail between my ass while you look down on me! Your wife was the

want that came on to me!” Earl lashed out, feeling blood running down his lip.

"You must be a bonehead if you think I'm stupid enough to believe that my wife has a thing for an idiot

like you!" Rome mockingly said, laughing bitterly.

Those words caused a fit of fresh anger to swelled through Earl, and blinded by rage, he raced towards

Rome.

But Rome suddenly grabbed him by his hair, yanked his head toward him, and slammed his forehead

into Earl's nose, breaking it instantly.

“You bastard!” Earl's shouted, striving to get a hold of Rome's hands.

Slapping Earl's right hand down, Rome smashed his elbow into Earl's throat and grabbed him by his

wrist, then locked it behind his back.

“ Kill me now, or else, if I ever get the chance, I'm going to send you and her to hell." Earl firmly said,

striving to break loose.

"Fine! I'll make your wish come true." Rome coldly mumbled in his ear.