Secretly The Billionaire Boss

Avery couldn't believe it.She stood rooted to the floor for several minutes.
Was there really a way for two people to have the same tattoo at the same place? "Don't worry, Maximo.She's safe with me,"
Grey muttered and turned around, his eyes lingering at the door for a moment.
Avery stepped back very quickly, fortunate that she didn’t fall or make a noise that would have given her out.She walked away
slowly, with so much on her mind.
At one point, she couldn't work anymore and nearly faltered.
Her head felt so heavy, she couldn't really think it deeply.But she had to.
The stylist said it was top-notch information and David wasn't Italian.
In fact, he arrived in Italy several days after he was declared dead in Jacksonville.
That aside, what was she supposed to say concerning the way he made her feel? The way she was always reminded of Grey
whenever he was with her.
And the tattoo! It was no coincidence, Avery could only come up to one conclusion, That wasn't David, that was Grey.
But there was something else that she still couldn't figure out.
Would she say that Grey was a mafia lord? That was hilarious and credulous.
There was no way! Grey was a pauper whose father was merely a friend to Alfred.
Well, Alfred could have helped him.
And he could have introduced him to Hercules before he died.
Maybe that was how he came to know Maximo.
Maybe he wasn't really a mafia lord.
But Avery was grateful that she sobbed quietly.
Grey was alive.

She thought he was dead and she had never for once stopped blaming herself.
How could she have lived peacefully when she knew that she caused half of the misery that Grey had? But now, he was alive
and in fact, he was moving with people of high positions in countries.
Who would have thought that Grey would be this successful? He even had a lot of designer clothes.
"Are you crying?"
A deep voice boomed from behind her.
Avery froze for a few minutes, but she soon relaxed when she remembered it was Grey.
"Why? Does your hand hurt?"
He sounded worried as he walked closer to her.He didn't wait for her to reply before he took her hand and regarded it for a
moment before he blew air on them.
"Does it really hurt?"
Avery yanked her hand away from him, the tears not willing to stop even though she wanted them to.
"What are you doing?"
Grey regarded her for a moment, a bit shocked.
"Did something else happen?"
Avery wanted to shout at him and ask him why he made her feel that way.
Why couldn't he let her know that he was Grey? Must he torment her the same way she tormented her?
Ok, maybe she didn't.She knew that Grey never loved her.It was so painful to come to that limelight but well, the fact remains.
"Avery, did I do something wrong?"
Avery looked away and thought about it.

Did Grey really do something wrong? Of course not, he didn't.She was the only criminal at that moment.It was never Grey's fault
to start with.She took in a sighing breath.
"You did nothing.I just discovered I'm not feeling well.I'm leaving earlier.You can continue with the interview," she muttered.
Grey watched her for a moment.
"Should I drive you to the hospital?" She shook her head briefly.
"I will get there myself.Besides, we can't keep the participants waiting," she released a sigh and looked up at Grey.
"Call me when you are done,"she finished, pulled off his jacket, and stretched it out.
"Thank you," she said with a smile before she walked past him.
Avery managed to walk to the car.Her leg threatened to break under her.She leaned against the steering as different emotions
collided in her in some sort of crazy confusion.She felt anger, pain, and betrayal but they were all directed at herself.She was
really working hard to ensure she fell out of love with Grey.
But after he died, she felt like she could have stayed with him no matter what.
But then, the foolish her found him again and forced him to work for him.
Actually, it felt like she was doing to him what she had done to him in the past.
But if she hadn't forced him to work for her, she wouldn't have rekindled old feelings.She didn't even know what to do.She was so
confused.
She just felt like yelling, she felt so angry.
"Is something wrong?" Aphrodite asked.
She observed Charles’ face and noticed that he looked disturbed.
Charles sat in the living room and drowned his vodka slowly.
"Just thinking about how our plan would work." Aphrodite sighed and sat opposite him.

"Are you worried that it might not work? Or that the special members might change their minds? Though, I'm deeply concerned
about that.It would be very bad if they do or if Giovanni was eventually able to convince them."
Charles nodded once.
"That's right.But if they do that, it only means they are exactly like Giovanni.Giovanni is a huge manipulator and would deal with
them if he becomes a special member too."
Aphrodite took the bottle of vodka and served herself.
"Yes, but that means a failure for us.Then we will need a second plan."
"Actually," Charles sat up.
"I'm indeed worried about those things you just spoke about but I can't stop worrying about Grey's recent decision.It's disturbing,"
he released a sigh and his expression became as hard as rock.
Aphrodite looked at him.
"What decision? Is there something else that I don't know about?"
Charles nodded once.
"The guy in the store, the one that was sent to Italy to check if there's a billionaire club here.Grey wants us to include him in our
plan.He is apparently going to Jacksonville with him," he explained.
"What?"
"Yes, and he wouldn't listen to me.I mean what if he was sent here to do just that? I mean he could be trying to lure Grey to
Giovanni," he explained further.
Aphrodite released a sigh.
"But you know that Grey is very smart and most of his plans do work."
"And some fail, remember? This could be part of the failure.If something bad really happens to Hercules, I don't know what
would happen next, I can't even think about it.And I'm not allowed to go with him.I'm so worried to death," he complained.

Aphrodite regarded him for a moment.
"I will go with him, Charles.I will guard him in your stead.You don't have to be so worried."
Charles released an exasperated sigh.
"Ok."