Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate
Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Not a thing "I gave him my phone number," Grey revealed. Don raised a confused brow. "Phone number?" Grey nodded briefly, with a little smile. "We could use him as a spy for Audrey. As far as I know, he will try to make a dangerous move after the meeting with Seth tomorrow. We could track him with this," he explained. "I don't believe this," Don heaved an exasperated sigh." How do we do it? What if he doesn't call? We can't be certain he would. There's no way he would want to betray Audrey." "You are right," Richard affirmed." But I think that was why Boss chose him. These people are only like guards, mostly to protect and they didn't even swear an oath of allegiance. It's unlike us," he acknowledged.

Grey nodded appreciatively at him." He's right. And besides, Richard told them who I was. There's a huge difference between me and Audrey. This guy will realize this and make a decision of who to follow," he said hopefully. "And what if he doesn't call?" Don complained.

Grey had already thought about the possibility, even before he gave out his phone number.

"Then, we will go for plan B." He simply said. "It's late already, let's call it a night. We could meet tomorrow night since I would be negotiating with Seth. So, I wouldn't be able to go home earlier."

"Alright, Boss," Don responded with a short bow. Grey hesitated for a moment as if thinking about something before he looked over at Richard." I need you to do something for me tonight. You will go to Alfred's place and tell him everything that had happened today with Audrey," he ordered. Richard took another bow." I'm yours to command, Boss."

Grey nodded at him. "Good night then."

Don and Richard walked back to the car and pulled out into the street. Grey watched the cars disappear into the street. He hadn't thought of what Alfred would say if he discovered what had happened that night. But well, he needed to know.

And they needed to replace a way around it. Grey wanted to ask all the elders how far

they had gone in search of the spies.

If there was no progress after so long, how would he return to his position as the Hercules?

Grey got into his car eventually, with a sigh.

When he pulled into the front yard, the security man was hissing like a snake. "Why are you always so late? I can't even have a wink of sleep because of you," he complained and didn't wait for a reply before he walked back to his post. Grey emptied his pocket and kept his cards in the safe before he walked into the house.

Everyone had gone to bed already since it was already so late. Grey walked to the fridge to have something to drink. He saw some beer and grabbed one.

"You are going to regret it, I assure you," a menacing voice said behind him.

Grey turned, with a beer in his hand, and looked at Smith. He had bandages around his head and some plasters on his face. It seemed like Don really gave him the worst beating of his life. Served him right after all. After the revelation he heard concerning Smith, in fact, he would love to deal with him the more.

But since he was part of Robinson, he wouldn't go through hard ways to achieve his aim.

"What are you going to do by the way? Haven't you done all in your power already?" Smith chuckled." You must be kidding," he lurched forward quickly and took the beer from him." I'm going to start from here. Everything in this house is out of reach for you." Grey scoffed." Are you for real?" "You don't even contribute anything in the house. I don't think you should have a say with what happens in the house," he asserted, opened the beer, and drank out of it. "I'm going to be staying in this house till I recuperate and you must follow my orders."

Grey regarded him for a moment." Your orders? You must be so full of yourself now. I expected less from someone who just got beaten." Smith felt a stab of annoyance. He dropped the beer and lurched forward. He caught Grey by the collar. "Say that again and I will kill you!" "I have nothing to say to you, Smith. In fact, keep your things to yourself!" He

pulled him away and walked towards the room. The bathroom door opened as he opened the door. Avery stepped out, naked and with glittering skin. Grey stopped for a moment, dumbstruck as he stared at her. It didn't take a minute before Avery realized that he was around.

"What are you doing!" She yelled and hurried to grab a towel. "Turn away! You moron!" She

ordered.

Grey took a deep breath and quickly turned away. "Sorry about that." "Sorry? Is that all you have?" She was still annoyed. She didn't expect to see Grey anyways. Grey sighed. "What was I supposed to say? I'm your husband after all, aren't I?" Avery scoffed. "Husband, my foot. You will not turn back until I'm done with dressing up," she stated angrily." What the fuck are you doing anyways? I thought you were going to stay out."

"I had some business to take care of."

Avery wore her robe. " Business?" She laughed." You sounded as if you had a lot of companies you take care of, as if you were the head of Protos Pubblicita," she hissed. "Well, You can turn around now." "Protos Pubblicita?" Grey turned around and raised skeptical brows." Why did you say that?"

"You didn't know? That Protos is like the head of all the companies that Hercules has. I heard another thing, do you want me to tell you?" She whispered and took a step closer.

"What could that be?"

Avery moved nearer to him, her eyes went round as if in check if someone was near. "I heard Hercules is the head of one of the mafia groups in the city. Chris told me Don works for him."

Grey's head made a turn." What? How did Chris know something like that?" Avery regarded him for a moment." You don't even look surprised," she turned away. "Anyways, Chris deals with a lot of people. So, he could get information like that."

Grey found it weird. Why would Chris know someone like Hercules? And he

wondered how much he knew.

"Also, I've accepted grandfather's offer," Avery said suddenly, jerking him out of his thoughts.

Grey looked up at her. "Did he discuss anything with you?" Avery looked back at him and raised skeptical brows. "Like what?" Grey waved it off. "That means your position is still at risk. And beware of Smith.