Secretly The Billionaire Boss By Debbie Chocolate Chapter 227
Secretly The Billionaire Boss
Chapter 227: Reconciliation Charles swallowed even harder. âYou were my friend. And I just had to do what came to my mind,â he looked away.â So, that was why I was shocked when I heard you say he was alive. I knew it wasnât possible. In fact, we saw a burnt corpse and there was no one else in the house with him when I left,â
he explained.
âWhat the fuck is this?â Luciano exclaimed softly.
âNo! What are we supposed to do, Hercules?â Alfred demanded.
Grey regarded Charles for a moment.â Thatâs all?â
Charles nodded briefly. âThatâs all I know, and I promise,â he said truthfully.
Grey released a sigh and looked away. âWe need to hear from the horseâs mouth. The only person that can tell us what really happened is Leo,â he expressed.
âBut he doesnât remember anything. How are we sure heâs not suffering from dementia?â Jayden demanded, stressed.
Grey thought for a moment. âYou guys need to take care of Leo. We need him to come back. Well, I have a lot of questions to ask.â
Alfred nodded. âI will monitor his health issue, you shouldnât worry about it,â he assured.
Grey nodded once.â Thatâs ok.â
âSo, what do we do to Charles?â Jayden demanded softly.
Grey looked over at Charles, and let out a sigh. âI will think of something later but it will be because he didnât open up when he was supposed to. Aside from that, I donât see his other crimes. What he did when he did to his father was because he was young. I will overlook it,â he stood. âI donât want anyone to know about Leo just yet until heâs alright.â
They all nodded.
âSo, what do you plan on doing about your company?â Alfred asked suddenly as Grey was about to step out.
Grey turned to look at him again, with raised brows. âI donât understand your question.â
Alfred stood. âI mean you already attended the Billionaire club party with a mask. Why donât you use this. tactic for Protos Pubblicita? I mean now that it shows you are back, it should also reflect on Protos Pubblicita. Even if itâs once in a while, it would be ok to keep the employee in check,â he advised.
Grey reasoned it for a moment, and when the idea sank in, he smiled. He didnât even think it to such an extent. A lot has been on his mind.
He turned to look at Charles. âDo you have a house around here?â
Charles nodded briefly. âI do.â
âLetâs go then,â Grey finished and walked out of the room.
Charles met him at the garage. He rushed to him.â why donât you leave your car here? I can drive you in mine. Then I can make arrangements with Gregory to get you some cars for tomorrow,â he expressed.
Grey shook his head briefly,â Two cars are enough for me. But yes, I will go in your car.â
Charles hurried away and drove the car right to Grey. He let Grey enter before he drove out into the street.
When the silence stretched too far between them, Charles decided to talk.
âAre you still angry at me?â
Grey kept mute for some minutes as if he was thinking about the question. âNot really but I canât just seem to get it off. If I had told my dad about what you told me, maybe they would all be alive now,â he looked at Charles.â Donât you regret what you did to your father?â
âI will redo it if Iâm given the chance,â Charles muttered.
Grey regarded him for another moment.â You donât need to do that. Think deeply, Charles. I miss my father and Iâm sure you miss him too. You love your father and you must have regretted everything,â he pointed out.
The red on the traffic light went on while Charles was already absentmindedly increasing the speed. He pulled to a stop immediately and they lurched ahead.
Charlesâ hands on the wheel went even harder. Grey was right, he has only been lying to himself all this while. Charles was only caught in between family and friends. He loved Grey like a brother and was pained by his death that he decided to do something about it. Meanwhile, he also wanted his father.
The tears dropped from his face despite how much he tried to stop them.
Grey observed him for a moment and slowly patted his shoulder. âIâm sorry about your father.â
âWell, I donât regret it!â Charles said quickly. âIt wouldnât have happened anyways if my dad hasnât killed your father and tried to kill you as well. We wouldnât even be in this position! And you wouldnât have been suffering for ten years!â He felt torn.
Grey let in a deep air. Charles was right but there was no way he wouldnât feel the pain of having to kill one father by oneself. It was a heavy burden for him to carry.
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