Secretly The Billionaire Boss

Chapter 213: The dressing

Grey smiled and tried to insert cartridges into the pistol.

Richard watched him do it, only to clasp his hand together for him. “You are a fast learner, I’m impressed, boss.”

Grey looked at him for a moment, a smile still tugging at his mouth before he aimed at the Target. He shot it severally and the bullet almost penetrated the bull’s eyes.

“This is fast. In no time, you will be able to hit the target correctly,” Richard complimented.” We should take a short break. What should I get you?”

“Wine is ok,” Grey responded and placed the pistol on the table.

Charles appeared from behind him. “You are swift. Did your father teach you all these?”

Grey moved to sit. “I’m a full option, which is why I am being very careful. Imagine if I had shown those people I was Hercules, what would have happened?”

Charles nodded briefly, finally surrendering. He moved to sit in front of Grey. “I understand but sooner than later, you will still have to show your men that you are Hercules.”

Yes but not now. I will be sure of where I’m stepping into by that time.”

Charles relaxed in his chair. “Alright, we will be waiting.”

Richard walked back with a glass of champagne and three glasses of wine. He served Grey and Charles.

“The Billionaire club party is tomorrow. Are you coming with me?” Grey inquired.

will. I should enter the hall with you. Aphrodite already

and slipped his wine. “Actually, you will be

you mean?” He glanced at Richard and looked back at Grey. Are you

be with a mask. Richard will be acting as me and he would be the first to show up

reporters

you really met with the godfather and

Yes but I’m going to do him a favor in return. I will be

giving Richard a role is

actually. He must be so frustrated now and I wonder what he would do when his plan fails. He

a lot of work to do. We need

him. “What

expensive suits in the city,” he looked at

knelt in front of Grey, with a happy expression. “Thank you so much, Boss! I

stood.” Let’s practice more before Charles Entourage enters,” he

laughed and stood

at the target several times. Though he didn’t hit the bull’s- eye,

suddenly and Richard hurried

the phone to Grey. Grey picked up the call, even though the gun was still

“Hello, Charles.”

stylists are here. I even ordered some suits for you. You

I will be there now,” Grey responded and hung up. He looked

to the living room. Three stylists were waiting with their