A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 32

The moment the elevator hit the top floor and its door opened, Rome walked into the corridor along

with Mr. Orlando and K.

Then he faced his father and said, “You know what to do, right?”

“Yeah. But can you handle this end?” Mr. Ford asked with worry in his expression.

“Father, I…”

“Rome, inside that conference hall, are the top beasts in the business industry, and if you can't tame

them, you wouldn't earn their submission.”

“Have a little faith in me. I'm your son after all.”

As his expression relaxed, Mr. Ford rested his palm on Rome’s cheek, patted it, and said, “You have

my full trust, son. I'm proud of you.”

Afterward, he drew his hand to his side and the bodyguard pressed button one. Then the elevator door

closed.

“Let's go,” Rome mumbled, glancing at Mr. Orlando.

The conference room was quiet as everyone anxiously waited, expecting Mr. Ford to walk into the room

at any minute.

But when the doors opened and Rome stepped inside, it grew awfully silent with everyone staring in

disbelief as he marched to the front of the room, and then stopped before facing them.

“Good day. I'm Rome Ford, the new head over the 2.5 billion dollars resort project.” Rome said,

keeping a straight face.

Shock took over the guest's faces as they focused their eyes solely on him without uttering a word.

Then after a few minutes had gone by quietly, a commotion arose with everyone throwing their

thoughts in the open and speaking out whatever came to mind.

Some of their statements were offensive, applauding, and stupid. But with all of them speaking at once,

Rome barely had the chance to utter a word.

Even when he did try to say something, his words would get overshadowed by the noise in the room.

“Mr. Orlando, shut these people up,” Rome mumbled, rubbing his forehead.

Nodding slightly, Mr. Orlando approached the mic, tapped on it, and instantly the room fell silent.

Then he frowned at the sudden change in their behavior and said, “My young master has something to

say.”

No one uttered a word as Mr. Orlando stepped aside and allowed Rome to take over the mic.

Maintaining eye contact with the people staring attentively at him, Rome hardened his face and said,

“My father must have overestimated you all a lot.”

Faint sounds of some of the guests clearing their throats echoed in the hall.

“Top business tycoons? All I see are grown men and women behaving like kindergartens.” Rome boldly

said, darkening his expression.

At this point, every noise in the room suddenly ceased, and the faces of the guests had grown a bit

serious.

“I don't see myself wasting 2.5 billion dollars on people who can't show me the tiniest bit of respect,”

Rome said, screwing up his face into a frown.

Then he held back his words for a few minutes, listening to the silence with a sense of satisfaction, and

after seeing the look of submissions in their eyes, Rome sighed and said, “This meeting is adjourned.”

None of the guests reacted for a moment, but when they saw Rome heading for the door, a noise

aroused, filled with their pleading cries.

Within a split second, they were chasing after him into the corridor while calling out his name.

The sound of their desperate voices felt like music of victory in Rome's ears as he casually marched

down the hallway, being shield by numerous guards.

When he reached the elevator, he stared at the group being shoved back by the bodyguards. Then he

stepped into the elevator with Mr. Orlando and K by his side.

Afterward, he took out his phone from his pocket and dialed his father's number.

For a moment, Mr. Ford stared at the DreamTeam building. Then he answered the call, and asked,

“How's the meeting?”

“It's over,” Rome mumbled, placing his right hand into his pocket.

“Why?”

“I'm taming the beasts. They have to know that they need me, and it's not the other way around.”

Smiling to himself, Mr. Ford pushed the car door open and said, “Well, I couldn't be more proud to call

you my son.”

“Have you arrived?”

“I'm here.”

When the elevator hit the first floor and Rome stepped out, he was immediately surrounded by a few Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

groups of businessmen and women.

“Father, I will call you back,” Rome mumbled before ending the call.

The moment he drew the phone away from his ears, the lobby grew noisy with all of them trying to

speak at once.

“Silence,” Rome commanded with a frown.

It took a second for the noise to die down and for them to give him their undivided attention.

“Good! Now raise your hand one at a time, and I have to recognize you before you speak. Is that

clear?” Rome calmly said, meeting their faces.

As they all nodded silently, a lady raised her hand and Rome fixed his gaze on her and said, “Go

ahead.”

“I'm Adama Mach, CEO of RightWay Inc. Firstly, I would like to apologize for our actions. We were all

shocked, knowing the status that you hold in the Barlow family.” Adama boldly said.

Then she eyed the other shaking their heads slightly in agreement with her statement before saying,

“But we clearly see you now for who you are. The only heir to Mr. Ford, and we humble ourselves in

your presence.”

Seeing nothing but respect in their expression, Rome faintly smiled and said, “This meeting may be

over, but I can make time for another. Mr. Orlando will inform you guys of the date.”

Then he walked past them, stopped in his tracks, turned around, and said, “I hope you all can be on

your best behavior the next time.”

Afterward, he walked away as they all stared in disbelief at him.

When Ford arrived into the building of DreamTeam along with his bodyguards, and everyone saw him,

it grew silent on the first floor.

But he paid no mind to all the attention he was getting and continued walking with only one thought on

his mind, and that is to follow Rome's plan to the letter.