Chapter Fifty-Two


    As Catherine reached for her toothbrush, she suddenly heard the bathroom door open, and she softly


    smiled at her reflection in the mirror.


    "Morning gorgeous," Rome seductively said as he stared at her adorably from the bathroom entrance.


    Giggling faintly, Catherine looked back at him, rolled her eyes, and then mumbled, "Gorgeous? I look


    like a mess."


    "But, a very stunning hot mess." Rome teased, winking at her.


    Even though Catherine tried to look mad, she couldn''t helpughing hard. Then she slightly shook her


    head and looked back at the mirror.


    Walking away from the door, Rome''s approached Catherine, held her from the back as both his hands


    rested on her stomach, and whispered, "What''s your n for today?"


    "Aahh, work. I have a bunch of meetings to attend." Catherine mumbled before brushing her teeth.


    With warmth in his gaze, Rome gently rested his chin on her shoulder, staring at her reflection in the


    mirror, and then said, "So can we go on a date today? It''s been a while since we have done something


    like that."


    Although her schedule was tight for the day, Catherine smiled as her eyes lit up and mumbled,


    "Mmhmm, yes. When?"


    "I have to go to the casino to look at the evidence Brook and ze gathered, and then I have a


    meeting with Mr. Jackson… You know what, give me your time, and I will make it work." Rome heartily


    uttered.


    Realizing that he too was running on a tight schedule, Catherine gave a faint smile and said, "How


    about eight?"


    "Eight sounds perfect!" Rome said, feeling relief about the time she chose.


    Then he held Catherine by her waist, slowly turned her around, and took the toothbrush out of her


    hand.


    "Hey! I''m not done with that yet." Catherine said, gazing into his eyes.


    "Oh really? Are you sure?" Rome softly uttered.


    Feeling a bit excited, she lowered her gaze on his lip as Rome slowly leaned forward. Then he


    suddenly imed her mouth, kissing her gently.


    ''I''m going to be sote for work,'' Catherine thought when Rome lifted her off the tiles, and she wrapped


    her legs around his waist, holding onto his neck tightly.


    Slowly running her fingers through Rome''s hair as he carried her out of the bathroom, Catherine shut


    her eyelids and gave in to the feeling of arousal she felt from the sound of his breath and his smell.


    Within a couple of minutes, she lost track of her heartbeat, the instant she felt her body hit the bed and


    his weight above her with their bare skin touching.


    ''A littleteness wouldn''t hurt. After all, I''m the boss.'' Catherine thought, wing her fingers into the


    bedsheet.


    At eleven o''clock, Rome walked into the upstairs room at the casino with K and Scar behind him and


    then took a seat beside his father.


    "You arete." Mr. Ford calmly uttered, gazing at him.


    "Am I?" Rome mumbled, staring at his watch. "Well, look at that. I''m actuallyte. I must have


    overslept."


    For a moment, Mr. Ford stared at him in disbelief. Then he faced Brook and said, "Your boss is here


    now. Are you willing to talk?"


    "Yes," Brook humbly replied.


    Keeping his gaze fixed on Rome, he approached the table, rested a folder on it, and said, "These are


    photos ze and I gathered from surveince cameras from the street and the security cameras at


    Hotel za. Also, there is a hard drive there with more evidence on it."


    After picking up the folder, Rome opened it, and immediately, his eyes grew cold, and his face


    hardened.


    "Brook, who is this?" Rome asked, showing the picture to him.


    "That''s the guy that the hotel za housekeeper said paid her to let Chloe into your suite," Brook said,


    taking a closer look at the guy in the photo wearing a cap and ck hoodie.


    "What?"


    "ording to her, he imed to be an independent detective that your wife hired to ch…"


    "Wait, my wife?"


    "Well, he portrayed Chloe as your wife to her and said that Chloe wanted to catch you cheating right-


    handed, and that''s why she needed ess to your room."


    A heavy sigh escaped Rome''s lip as he rubbed his brows and then mumbled, "So she allowed some


    random woman into my room, iming to be my wife without knowing anything about me, and even


    worse, she epted money to do it!"


    "Yes. But we took care of that, and the housekeeper doesn''t work for the hotel anymore. The manager


    fired her." Brook hastily said when he saw anger spiked in Rome''s eyes.


    It fell silent for a moment. Then Rome subconsciously remembered what caught his attention the first


    time he looked at the picture.


    "K, who does this person remind you of?" Rome asked, swaying the picture towards him.


    At first, K frowned at the photo, striving to understand what his boss meant. But after a couple of


    seconds, his eyes widened, and he shouted, "The dude that walked past us the night Chloe created


    that awful scene in the hotel lobby!"


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    "Exactly my thought. He was in the hotel that night, and my guess is he was the one who edited the


    video and released it on the!" Rome firmly said in annoyance.


    "Judging from his appearance, he is just a hired man. So the big question is, who gave him the


    orders?" Mr. Ford casually said, staring at the phone.


    After a few seconds went by in silence, ze suddenly blurted out, "The vehicle!"


    "What vehicle?" Rome asked, looking up at him.


    "Right. He got into a ck Chevrolet Camaro, spent a couple of minutes in it, and then got out!" Brook


    announced, suddenly feeling like he had the puzzle pieces figured out.


    Looking at Rome, he stretched out his hands towards him and asked, "May I?"


    Without hesitating, Rome handed the folder to Brook, and he went through it for a second and then


    said, "Ahhaa!"


    Resting a photo of a ck Chevrolet Camaro on the table, he smiled.


    "That same car had been at the hotel around the exact time Mr. Jackson arrived at the hotel!" Brook


    said, dropping a photo of Mr. Jackson, standing a few distances away from the hotel door with his gaze


    on his phone.


    "Whoever was in that ck Chevrolet Camaro had been watching you, boss," ze said, staring at


    Brook, cing a couple of photos on the table.


    "And he''s also been following you. Notice in these photos that the moment our cars drove off, the ck


    Chevrolet Camaro did too." Brook hastily uttered, barely able to contain his excitement.


    Frowning at all the photos, Mr. Ford wondered in his head for a couple of seconds and then said,


    "Whoever is in that car is our culprit."


    "The only problem is, they didn''t leave the car, not once, and the vehicle has tinted windows," Brook


    said, suddenly, losing the sparkle in his eyes.


    For a moment, Rome tapped his fingertips on the table, sinking deeper into his head as he focused on


    his thoughts.


    Then he suddenly stopped and said, "The puppets'' master was in Archend. And if they could go that


    length to keep watch over me…"


    Hesitating for a second, Rome looked at his father, scowled, and then said, "He or she is here, and way


    closer than we anticipated."


    Then he looked back at Brook and firmly uttered, "Run that te and find out everything about its


    owner."


    "Do you think the guy who put Earl in aa could be this fellow in the picture?" Scar asked,


    withdrawing from the wall.


    "That''s a theory that makes sense. So, cross the image we got from the hospital with these and see if


    there''s a simrity." Rome said, ncing at Scar.


    Afterward, he focused on his father and said, "Even though this punk is being careful, with all the


    crumbs they are leaving behind, we are bound to find out something useful. I can feel it!"