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.

let out a sigh and moved towards

to block him from entering the restaurant. “What the fuck

could guess he was a

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

and suddenly burst into laughter. “Are you kidding me? You seriously think I was going to

a confused look. “And why won’t you do

waiter gave him

of his gaze and realized he was looking at the clothes he

your caliber. I will never let you constitute a nuisance here. You will

“What is really happening here? Why can’t I enter the

stop you!” He snarled at him. “I don’t know why all these poor people think you can steal meals at every restaurant.

his words but he decided to stay cool about it as he didn’t want to act a nuisance at such a

dialed Alfred’s number. He picked up

where

“I’m

I have to do that when I’m the boss? Just enter and you will be well

a waiter wouldn’t let me,” he reported. “I

waiter could that be?” He boomed angrily. “Just give me

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

in,” his eyes hardened on

his mouth to counter his insult but a

further as he and Nora walked

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