Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Chapter 356: A delay

Grey walked through the shelves and stopped suddenly as one of the salespeople walked closer to

him.

"What would you like to get? I can help you out," the salesperson expressed with a short bow.

Grey reasoned it for a moment. "I will like anything that can fit on a size 8. Any dresses and skirts that

are good," he responded.

The salesperson nodded briefly. "Follow me, sir,’ she turned around and walked away.

Grey followed after and they moved towards shelves arranged with beautiful dresses. "Make them

twenty each. I want the best."

The salesperson stopped to give him a short bow before she walked to grab what Grey wanted.

Smith had never felt so embarrassed after he came back to Jacksonville or after he left. He just didn't

know how it all turned up on him.

It was a bit suspicious. Why would the manager side with a nobody like Grey and neglect him that has

been patronising them since day one?

Could it be because Grey was the CEO of Victoria Skincare? But Hercules already claimed ownership.

So, it doesn't belong to him anymore. And yet, they still honour him. Something was really happening

somewhere but Smith wasn't ready to find out.

What he was going to do was plan a nice comeback for Grey. He was going to involve his friends at

that moment. They were going to do it the mafia ways.

Smith drove very fast towards the house. He was fueled with raw anger that could have evaporated a

whole house. He couldn't even bring himself to forget the embarrassment he was forced to go through

because of Grey.

"Is everything alright?’ Arnold demanded suddenly, startling Smith for a moment because he hadn't

seen him on the sofa." You looked he hesitated as he studied him the more. "Angry" he completed for

himself.

"Angry is an understatement," Smith blew out. ’I'm done with Grey. I can't wait to plan this out the mafia

way. He has to suffer for all the disgrace I just went through!’ He voiced out.

Arnold regarded him for another moment. "What do you want us to do?"

"We are getting Grey this night and we are treating his fuck up life!" He stressed angrily.

Arnold stood. ’Do you have a plan?"

Smith hesitated as he thought about it for a moment. "I do. I'm going to have men watching out for

Grey. I should be able to get where he lives. He will be kidnapped tonight."

Arnold nodded once. ’Call the rest and inform them.’

When Grey returned home, it was very late and only four hours to the start of the mafia meeting.

Grey got out of the car and picked the Bags of clothes he got for Caramel. Three men walked closer to

them. They bowed shortly before they stretched out to take the bag from him.

Grey shook his head briefly. ’I can handle it. Just get prepared to depart," he reminded them before he

walked inside the living room with bags.

The men returned to the house the moment Caramel was taken away.

Grey walked to the door of the room where Caramel was. He hesitated in front of it and looked at the

two security guards standing in front of the door.

"Open the door," he ordered.

One of the men complied and Grey walked inside.

Caramel was on the bed, snuggled together. Her legs were pulled up together, and her hands were

around them while her head thoughtfully rested on her knee.

"Caramel," Grey called softly.

Caramel looked up slowly, with eyes filled with hatred or maybe it was just anger.

"I brought you some clothes. I don't have a female staff here. So, you might need to do things on your

own?"

"So, you are going to leave me at the mercy of your boys?’ She yelled. 'No girls?" She sounded even

more frustrated.

Grey sighed. "Don't worry. They aren't going to harm you, you can trust me on that.’

Caramel eyes twitched. "I don't sincerely."

Grey let out another sigh. "That's because you lost your memory. When you regain them, you will

remember how close we've gotten."

Caramel smiled slightly. "Seriously?*

Grey dropped the clothes. "Call me if you are ready to speak because it looks like you are still angry.

And getting angry at something you aren't even sure of can be so frustrating sometimes."

He regarded Caramel for another moment and when she didn't talk, he walked out of the room. It

wasn't like he expected her to remember something very fast but he hoped that something good would

happen so soon. He couldn't bear to think that Caramel would even see him as someone who was

capable of harming her.

He walked over to his room. He had a meeting to be in anyways. So, he went for a quick shower.

He didn't know however if he was supposed to call Aphrodite. He remembered her leaving so upset the

other time. Though, he knew why she would be so upset.

But he didn't even know what he was supposed to do about it.

And he needed her beside him, especially at the meeting.

Clad in designer trousers and a shirt, he walked into the living room. He picked up his phone and

realised that it had been ringing.

The phone rang again. It was Aphrodite.

"Hello Aphrodite, how are you doing?"

"Fine. Am I supposed to meet you at home or would you pick me up?’

"I will pick you up, Aphrodite. I will be at your place in an hour." He promised.

He walked out to the garage and saw that the men were all lined up already and were waiting for him.

Three cars were prepared for the occasion. Three expensive but different cars. A Ford F, Chevy

Silverado, and a Lamborghini.

Jimmy walked closer to Grey. ’We are ready to depart. Boss."

Grey nodded briefly. ’Let's go then."

One of the men rushed forward to open the back door of the Lamborghini. Grey got inside and the men

got into position.

The cars drove out of the house in a line. The second one followed the first one and till the last one.

The first car stopped moving suddenly, and then the other cars stopped as well.

There were suddenly two cars in front of them, blocking their path. The doors of the cars opened and

some men hurried out of the cars.