Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

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?"

grew even angrier. Are you going to pretend as if you don't know what that is? As if

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

So this is my

load of air but he

I 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 video! Grey must have shown

thought we would stain their name. And you made me do it!" He pointed

went through his mind in some sort of crazy confusion. He had never

can't be! And you have to

aren't stopping shit! You are going to talk to me!' He insisted in a deep

we have to leave here. We can discuss

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

searched around him at the people that were starting to look at

let US enter the car or something? People are looking

it look like I do?" He

lost a lot already as well. Putting the blame on me won't do anything

at him. "But it would do a lot

"Seriously? Are you going to continue this? Then fuck off and do whatever

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

couldn't even think. All he could do was scream in anger, not mindful of

He was done for.

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