Secretly The Billionaire Boss

“Pizza man! Delivery!” a man yelled from outside of Grey’s house.

Grey smiled and picked a hundred-dollar bill. He opened the door and stretched out the money.

“Thank you for ordering. It’s $15.”

“Keep the money!” He replied immediately and took the pizza from him.  He closed the door before the man would say anything else.

He stared at the pizza and remembered he hadn’t ordered pizza in forever because he was saving money for Nora’s birthday gift.

Grey remembered what Alfred had told him and wondered how he was supposed to keep a low profile after losing his job.

But at least, he could afford nice delicacies now unlike before.

After eating, Grey decided to take a long rest as he could still feel some pains from the beating he got from waking up beside Avery on the bed.

When Grey woke up, it was almost six and he decided to get ready for dinner.

He had a quick shower and wore a grey shirt with black trousers. Actually, it was one of his best clothes.

He was going to Weathervane, even though he knew that his kind of attire didn’t fit a place like that.

He took a cab instead and soon arrived at the restaurant. He stood outside the building for a moment, admiring the outer setting.

The weathervane was among the top five luxurious restaurants in the city. People rated it high for a lot of things. And it’s mostly patronized by people of high class and their dishes are expensive. In one word, whoever can afford Weathervane is a rich man.

a sigh and moved towards the

voice stopped him suddenly and the speaker ran to block him from entering the restaurant. “What the fuck

attire, one could

twice. “I’m trying to enter the restaurant. Why are you questioning me and why are you in my

moment and suddenly burst into laughter. “Are

gave him a confused look.

waiter gave him

path of his gaze and realized he

of your caliber. I will never let you

him, confused. “What is really happening here? Why can’t I enter the restaurant? Do you know me

need to know you before I can guess what you are here to do. And I’m here to stop you!” He snarled at

stay cool about it as he didn’t want to act a

dialed Alfred’s number. He picked

where

“I’m in front of

that when I’m the boss? Just enter and you

“I couldn’t enter because a waiter wouldn’t let me,” he reported. “I was even mocked by him and he had kept me

angrily. “Just give me ten minutes, I will

nodded. “Alright, I will be expecting,” he finished up

let you in,” his eyes hardened on him. “And you are only bluffing. You didn’t call anyone and there’s no fucking way you’d afford

his insult but a deep voice from

further

some struggling guy. And I think he should struggle and get some money