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?"

to pretend as if you don't know what that is? As if you weren't the one that initiated

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

this is my

of air but he

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

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

of crazy confusion. He had never for once suspected the

And you

going to talk to me!’ He insisted in

We can

Do you know how much I've put down on this order? How 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 was getting angrier as the minute passed

searched around him at the people that were

let US enter the car or something? People are

it look like I do?"

fired back. "Do you think I'm happy that we lost the order? I've lost a lot already as well.

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

to continue this? Then fuck off and do whatever you want!" He flagged down a taxi and

could only hit his fist against the car in anger. His blood was boiling in rage. He hit the car severely and in

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

He was done for.

the living room of Giovanni. He stopped a few feets away