Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Chapter 211: The Spy within 

Grey pulled to a sudden stop and looked at Richard. “That’s good. That means I won’t be following you to the estate.” 

“No, you can follow me over. I mean I only need to pretend to be you,” he protested. 

“No, I have a way to check if the driver is also a spy. And don’t worry, I’m positive that my plan will work out,” he assured. 

Richard reluctantly nodded. “What do you want me to do now?” 

“I’m going to call Charles and let him know of our plans. So, what you are supposed to do is very simple. Just act as if you are Hercules and I will finish the rest,” he explained, not really in the mood to expatiate. 

Richard nodded briefly. “That’s fine,” he got down and maneuvered around the car to the driver’s seat. 

Grey got down and stepped aside for Richard to enter the car. 

“But why don’t we do this the easy way? We could just take everyone and torture them till they spill the milk,” Richard suggested. 

“Yes, right but that will mean torturing innocent people. Now, go!” He ordered. 

Richard nodded briefly and started the ignition. 

The main door of the building was still far away but Grey was certain he could trek it. He would do anything that would clear the estate of spies. Then, he could be thinking of taking charge as the Mafia boss. 

He brought out his phone to dial Charles’s number. He didn’t pick up. So, redialed. 

He could hear a faint sound of a fast-approaching car. He hung up and tried to listen again. 

it sounded so near. It was as if a car was almost near. Was it Charles? Maybe that was why he

Grey had strange feelings to hide. What if

walked inside the flower garden. He bent and stared at the

it didn’t take long before a red car suddenly pulled to a sudden stop in front of him. The car was

and Grey saw the driver

closely by the

to Grey’s head was the fact that the driver was actually working with the Attendant. Thank

front of

are a bad guy, Philip” the attendant laughed

dumbstruck for a moment. They were lovers?

to be the end of me, Tiana,” Philip finally

be coming. Let’s go there,” she suggested, pointing towards the other side

have some minutes to ourselves. I can’t wait

wine while you dress the place,

fool before he

Were they going to have sex on the flowers? Or was there something else that Grey

wine and two wine glasses from inside, closed the door, and walked towards the same path

in time for his

up and instead moved towards the path

from his face before he saw that someone had actually created

again as he stared

see their full body, except for their heads and their hands as they held a cup

always wanted to

smiled.” Same here. But tell me, was it the