Secretly The Billionaire Boss

Chapter 211: The Spy within

Grey pulled to a sudden stop and looked at Richard. “That’s good. That means I won’t be following you to the estate.”

“No, you can follow me over. I mean I only need to pretend to be you,” he protested.

“No, I have a way to check if the driver is also a spy. And don’t worry, I’m positive that my plan will work out,” he assured.

Richard reluctantly nodded. “What do you want me to do now?”

“I’m going to call Charles and let him know of our plans. So, what you are supposed to do is very simple. Just act as if you are Hercules and I will finish the rest,” he explained, not really in the mood to expatiate.

Richard nodded briefly. “That’s fine,” he got down and maneuvered around the car to the driver’s seat.

Grey got down and stepped aside for Richard to enter the car.

“But why don’t we do this the easy way? We could just take everyone and torture them till they spill the milk,” Richard suggested.

“Yes, right but that will mean torturing innocent people. Now, go!” He ordered.

Richard nodded briefly and started the ignition.

The main door of the building was still far away but Grey was certain he could trek it. He would do anything that would clear the estate of spies. Then, he could be thinking of taking charge as the Mafia boss.

He brought out his phone to dial Charles’s number. He didn’t pick up. So, redialed.

He could hear a faint sound of a fast-approaching car. He hung up and tried to listen again.

it sounded so near. It was as if a car was almost near. Was it Charles? Maybe

feelings to hide. What if it wasn’t

inside the flower garden. He bent and stared at the street

take long before a red car suddenly pulled to a sudden stop in

then, the door opened and Grey saw the driver get down. His shirt was slightly

was followed closely by the attendant

working with the Attendant.

in front of

attendant laughed as Philip moved closer

went dumbstruck for a

of me, Tiana,” Philip finally kissed her, his hands rubbing her

Tiana pulled back. “Anyone could be coming. Let’s go there,” she suggested, pointing

that’s actually better. We could have some minutes to ourselves. I

the wine while you dress

briefly, like a fool before he hurried

confused. Were they going to have sex on the flowers? Or was

wine and two wine glasses from inside, closed the door, and walked towards the same path

from where he had been hiding, just in time

Charles.

and instead moved towards the

face before he saw that someone

he stopped again as he stared at the tent amid the

body, except for

always wanted to spend