Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Chapter 223: Finally

Grey threw the gun away as he proceeded toward the car. He entered and drove out.

The elders stared behind him, bothered but skeptical.

“This has something to do with Leo, right?” Gregory inquired softly. His question was aimed at Charles

but he didn’t answer him. “I just asked a question, Charles!” His deep voice matched the same time

that Grey used earlier.

“Don’t ask me. Hercules already said he would explain but yes, it has to do with the foolish man I call

my father,” Charles mentioned.

The others could only stare. It was at that moment they realized it was something very huge and they

wondered when Hercules would come back.

“What do we do about Hercules?” Luciano demanded.

* I fear whatever is eating him is something very huge. We seriously need to make him talk sooner.”

Gregory advised.

Alfred nodded briefly. “We need to call Aphrodite. She’s the only one that can talk to Grey,” he

suggested.

Richard was even too shocked to say a word. He had never seen Grey behave so violently. He had

almost stopped breathing, thinking Grey would actually pull the trigger at Charles.

“You all can retire to your various rooms. Leo would be with me until Hercules decides otherwise,”

Alfred announced.

They all nodded, agreeing with him.

But, Richard had another plan within. Caramel was someone Grey cherished and he knew that she

would help to elevate Grey’s mood.

Grey drove for some minutes, his mind in a kind of dark tunnel and he was seriously struggling to find

the light

He pulled up in front of a salon. He realized he needed to change his style before he meet with

Caramel on Monday.

“Welcome,” the stylist gestured to a seat “What style would you want?”

Grey still had this dark frown on his face “Change it anyhow you see fit I don’t want a long process

because I have to leave very soon.”

The woman nodded briefly, though noticing that her customer was in a bad mood. She went straight to

business

It didn’t take long before he was done. He made a transfer of the money because he had the Hercules

card with him and he didn’t want anyone to know who he was.

The drive back home was done absentmindedly. He had a lot on his mind and he didn’t even know how

he was supposed to put it off.

Charles knew something that he didn’t know. And the fact that he was finding it difficult to say it out,

also mean something

As much as Grey was scared of finding out, he desperately wanted to know it all. If Leo didn’t die with

his father? How come the elders didn’t know about him? How come Grey disappeared and no one

knew

about him? Just how come Leo allegedly died in a house explosion? The pieces were not compatible

and he knew that he still needed to make Charles talk.

But at that moment, he felt very stuffy and he had to just release the tension. By the next day, he would

be ready for the next thing.

The moment he entered the living room, he heard some clinking sounds and concluded it was probably

Beatrice making dinner.

He didn’t even have the appetite to eat. But well, he still wanted to let Beatrice know he was at home

But the woman standing in the kitchen didn’t look at all like Beatrice. It looked like.

And the woman turned as if sensing someone behind her. Her eyes went wide slightly as she regards

Grey for a moment. The designer clothes he had on resembled the ones Hercules was wearing except

for the hairstyle. 1

Grey didn’t expect to see Caramel or he would have changed his clothes as well But thank goodness

he had changed his hairstyle.

.

“What are you doing here Caramel? You said you would be here by Monday.” Grey felt even more

shocked.

“I” she stammered, unsure of what to say Richard didn’t tell her anything except that Grey was in a very

bad mood. Caramel didn’t know why he called her over but she decided to give it a shot Grey was

becoming more than a friend anyways.

“I wanted to see Beatrice but she wasn’t around and I decided to make dinner”

Grey sighed. Don’t tell lies Caramel. If I find out, it would greatly upset me,” he drawled

Caramel sighed. “I wanted to see you and I decided to make something for you.”

Grey regarded her for a moment. “I’m not hungry,” he turned away and headed towards the stairs

“Don’t follow me,” he warned.

Caramel ignored his warning and went after him.

Grey entered the room and pulled off his hoodie angrily.

A gasp escaped Caramel as she watched the viper tattoo on Grey’s back. It was at that moment that

Grey knew that Caramel had followed her inside the room

Grey turned to look at Caramel, and his heart softened when he saw the way Caramel was looking at

him.

“Caramel,” he called softly.

Caramel shook his head briefly. “You don’t need to say anything, Grey. I know you have secrets. I know

there are some things you don’t want to tell me. I didn’t ask because I knew you had a solid reason for

it. What if, just what if they have reasons too? Maybe if you see it as that, you would stop being so

angry,” she explained.” And yes, Richard called me over,” she revealed and regarded him for another

moment.” I will leave now too. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“Wait,” Grey said quickly before Caramel would open the door. He walked nearer and threw the hoodie

away carelessly.

Caramel felt a lump appear in her throat at the sight of him. He was greatly shaped, with broad

shoulders that Caramel wondered again how it would feel to have someone like him as her man.

Maybe it wasn’t possible. Well, she has decided to stop dwelling on it. She was only going to see Grey

as a friend and brother.

“Didn’t you feel angry that I’m hiding things from you?” He demanded in a deep low voice.

Caramel shook her head slightly.” No, because I trust you. And I know there will be a day you would be

comfortable telling me everything,” she responded.

Grey smiled softly. Damn be anything that says he shouldn’t date Caramel.

Grey tilted his head in to kiss her softly and sensed the hesitation in her.

“Date me, Caramel,” he dropped the word that Caramel has been waiting for so long.

Caramel blinked once, unsure of what to say.