Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Chapter 397: Bad news

"Caramel," Beatrice called softly.

Caramel turned to look at her. "What? Are you going to scold me again?"

Caramel sighed. "I sincerely don't like the way you treat Grey. You shouldn't have aborted his baby in

the first place."

Caramel rolled her eyes and stretched out the cup to her. "I don't regret what I did actually. If I was able

to make a decision again, it would still be the same thing."

Beatrice regarded her for a moment before she took the cup and drank the tea in it. "What are you

going to do now?"

Caramel sighed and sat. "I'm thinking of leaving the city and as usual, you are coming with me."

Beatrice held her gaze. "And you think we will be saved if we run away?"

"We are not running," Caramel stressed. "I'm just moving far away from Grey. It's better for both of us.

Jacksonville reminds me so much of him and I have to get it out of my way, I need to live my life."

"Grey could have protected you. He would have protected us."

"And have our lives never been threatened?" Caramel inquired. She was feeling very frustrated.

Beatrice released a sigh. And were we ever saved in Seattle? I could have died. And you could have

killed Grey. What would have happened if you had?" The question ate so deep into Caramel. She tried

to find answers but they eluded her.

Her mother was right after all but she felt there was nothing she could do. She had been in danger

since the first day Grey was Hercules.

Caramel watched her mother for a moment. "I will go to a very far place. We could go to Africa. We will

go places that we will never feel threatened ever," she assured.

Beatrice nodded once, sadness written all over her at the thought of moving far from Grey again. She

loved Grey like a son. She had no choice anyways. She has to make sure that Caramel was alright as

well.

Beatrice placed the cup on the table beside her and looked up, just in time to catch the headline on the

screen.

"Increase the volume!" Beatrice yelled out.

Caramel felt alarmed. "Is something____," she was forced to a stop as she looked up at the screen.

A presenter was talking endlessly, and a picture of Grey was beside her. She rushed forward, grabbed

the remote control, and increased the volume.

"The incident was very shocking and as I heard initially, only two people were killed. This bomb

exploded in front of 'Grab your coffee' a few hours ago," the presenter released air before she

continued. "Though the body was burnt beyond recognition, we were able to identify them."

"It's Grey!" Beatrice yelled.

Caramel couldn't believe her eyes. She couldn't even talk, it felt as though she had lost the ability to.

The tears slowly invaded her eyes. It was just what she feared!

Alfred's phone rang as he made his way back to his office. It was from Jayden.

He picked it up. "Hello, Jayden. How are you doing?"

"Not fine, Alfred. Did you see the news?"

Alfred raised skeptical brows. "What news?"

His secretary walked up to him but hesitated when Alfred raised a hand at her.

"Grey is dead! Hercules is dead! Check the news!"

"What! That's impossible!" Alfred protested.

"Heck, Alfred! It is! It's all over the news and in the magazine. His car is displayed on the news as well,

that Royce Rolls that he loved!

That Gregory gave to him!" he explained.

Alfred's heart skipped a beat as he started towards the elevator, ignoring what he had in mind to do

previously.

"I've been thinking it isn't true. This was why I called you! I can't believe you are as confused as I am!"

His voice shook with tremor, the fear visible in it.

"I'm going to call you back now!" Alfred said quickly and hung up.

"Sir, I_," the secretary that has been going after him said quickly.

"Later, Maria!" Alfred muttered and hurried into the elevator.

He placed a call to Gregory. He didn't pick up until he was out of the elevator.

"Hello, Alfred. Is everything alright?"

"Have you heard the news?"

There was a short minute of silence. "What news?"

"Grey is missing because I can't believe he's dead."

"What! What are you talking about?"

"There's news circulating concerning Grey's death," he walked inside the car. "We need to call others

and find out who Grey is at this moment."

"I will speak with Don and others. You can get across to Aphrodite and whoever you can "

"Alright, I will do that immediately," Gregory said and the line went off.

Alfred looked at his chauffeur. "Drive!"

"I can't believe this happened! How can it?" Someone said suddenly from behind the racks of clothes.

Aphrodite was in the other room, going through the new dresses they just got from Italy.

"The bomb exploded the car!" A thick voice said.

"But I can't imagine Grey is so popular. Imagine him appearing on the news several hours after the

incident." A feminine voice muttered.

Aphrodite hesitated at the sound of Grey's name and decided to listen more to the conversation.

"Yes but I feel bad for him. Who could have bombed his car? I heard he was burnt beyond recognition."

It was at this moment that Aphrodite rushed out of the room.

There were actually two ladies behind the rack. And Aphrodite could see the retreating figure of the

man that used to be with them.

She moved closer to them. Not that she expected something to happen to Grey but the conversation

was getting into her head. She only needed to confirm that it wasn't Grey and she would be good to go.

"I'm sorry but may I see the magazine?"

The ladies recognized her.

"Of course," one of them smiled. "I will be glad. It's Aphrodite after all." She stretched out the magazine.

Aphrodite reciprocated the smile and took the magazine. Her eyes went wide as she read through the

headline. And there was Grey's picture attached to it.

"No!" She yelled. "No!" She increased her volume and collapsed on the floor.