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?"

as if you don't know what that is?

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

this is my

load of air but he didn't

Most especially why they made the

have decided to take it from US because of that! They must have thought we would stain their name. And you made me do it!" He pointed

He had never for once suspected

be! And you have to stop

we aren't stopping shit! You are going to talk to me!’ He insisted in a deep voice, unwilling to give up. His

to leave here. We can discuss

how much have I just lost? And

the people that were

you just let US enter the car or something? People are looking at

Or does it look like I do?" He

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

do a lot

this? Then fuck off and do whatever

car in anger. His blood was boiling in rage. He

think. All he could do was scream in anger, not mindful of the stares

He was done for.

the living room of Giovanni. He stopped

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