Secretly The Billionaire Boss

Chapter 393: A bomb planner

Seth turned around quickly to call the man that had handed him the phone but he was suddenly gone. He couldn't decide if he had entered the elevator or if he was just lost among the people in the lobby.

His hand gripped the phone even harder. What was happening? He couldn't think at first, his mind was all foggy.

Could Grey have set him up like he did the year before he left Jacksonville?

"Seth!" Smith yelled at him.

Seth jerked out and looked up at one of the security guards.

"You have to leave now," the security guard reminded them in a strong tone.

Seth released a sigh and nodded briefly before he walked out of the lobby without another word to Smith. He didn't stop until he was out of Protos Pubblicita. He turned to look at Smith with anger showing all over his face.

"This was all your fault!" He yelled in anger.

Smith gave him a confused look. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

Seth stretched the phone out. "Don't fucking ask me! Don't you dare ask me that question! Just check for yourself"

Smith took the phone with a confused expression. His eyes went wide with shock as he watched the video. "What the fuck is this?"

you don't know what that is? As if you

brows. "We all agreed to the plan and I obviously didn't think you were being recorded.

this is my

released a load of

get it!" He clicked his tongue. "Now I really understand why Protos Pubblicita changed its mind. Most especially why they made the decision today! It was because of this

made me do it!" He pointed an accusing finger at him. "And to even think you didn't join me! I went along!

He had never for once suspected the plan. How was he supposed to think that Grey was going to use

You can't be! And you have

shit! You are going to talk to me!’ He insisted in a deep voice, unwilling to give up. His head

we have to leave here. We can discuss this

much have I done and how much have I just lost? And you are acting as if it doesn't mean anything to you!" Seth

around him at the people that

enter the car or

does it look like I do?"

I'm happy that we lost the order? I've lost a lot already as well. Putting the blame on me won't do anything for

him. "But it would do a lot to know that

eyes tightened on him. "Seriously? Are you going to continue this? Then fuck off and do whatever you want!" He flagged

hit his fist against the car in anger. His blood was boiling

at that moment? He couldn't even think. All he could do was scream in anger, not mindful of the stares and silent murmurs

He was done for.

living room of Giovanni. He stopped a few