Secretly The Billionaire Boss

Chapter 393

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 going to pretend as if you don't know what

the plan and I obviously didn't think you were being recorded. You could have checked for

So this is my

load of air but he

mind. Most especially why they made the decision today!

because of that! They must have thought we would stain their name. And you made me do it!" He pointed an accusing finger at him. "And

He had never

And you have to stop this!

shit! You are going to talk to me!’ He insisted in a deep

to leave here. We can

know how much I've put down on this order? How much have I done and how much have I just

searched around him at the people that were starting

the car or something? People are looking

does it look like I do?"

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

a

off and do whatever you want!" He flagged down a taxi and got inside

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

was he supposed to do at that moment? He couldn't even think. All he could do was scream

He was done for.

Giovanni. He stopped a few feets away from Giovanni and

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