Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Chapter 573

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Chapter 573: A loss for a loss Grey got out of bed so late in the morning. He hesitated briefly in front of the mirror in the bathroom and took a deep look at himself.

Grey suddenly felt like he was getting older. Maybe he was but he was still sad that there were many things he hadn't done so far.

He still had a long way to go and he couldn't afford to tally.

A soft knock sounded on the door suddenly as he walked out of the bathroom. His phone rang at the same time.

He hesitated briefly before he reached for the phone.

“Yes, come in,” he muttered.

The door opened and Charles walked inside. “Grey.” | Grey looked up from the phone. “Yes?” He picked up the call without looking at the screen. “Hello.” “Boss, I've just received news,” the familiar voice said.

Grey glanced at the screen. “Gregory?” “Yes, boss. We've succeeded,” he announced.

Grey went silent for a moment, as he contemplated on it. He didn't understand at first, until when he looked at Charles.

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“The news_ ” Charles stressed.

Grey turned to his TV set and grabbed the remote. He switched it on and the headline resurfaced.

“Giovanni's company?” “Yes, boss. We've successfully burned down his company. As we speak, the company is gone” Gregory explained.

A smile escaped Grey's lips as he continued to look at the screen. A burning company was displayed on the screen and a reporter was reporting what had happened.

“Good!” Grey muttered. “This is a cause for celebration. A loss for a loss.” “Yes, boss. I tried to get to you last night but your line was unreachable.

We await further instructions.”

“Alright, Greg. I will get back to you,” he assured and hung up.

“I saw the news just now too. I didn't believe they could succeed. Apparently, Alfred’s plan worked perfectly well,” Charles muttered happily.

Grey nodded once, still smiling. He felt good. Now, Giovanni would start seeing how it felt. As he had promised, Giovanni's family was supposed to feel exactly how he felt.

Alex lost his memory just as he does too. Giovanni lost his company just like he did too.

If Alex goes to jail, Giovanni will die like his father died. And he would be forced to be an orphan when he returned from prison, which would be a long time unless he was able to get pardoned.

Giovanni's fist clenched even harder beside him. He was fuming with rage If there was any other word to qualify it.

“How did it happen? Just how?” he yelled at his men.

The men jerked back in fright, each one contemplating on talking or not. If at all they were going to talk, what were they supposed to say? “I told you all to be on alert! Grey was not supposed to get us like we got him! How can you all be so incompetent!” He yelled, his muscles contracting, and stood still. His eyes were brimming red.

When none of the men spoke, he took the wine glass on the table and threw it

nowhere in particular, “How dare you all! How dare you!” Giovanni looked away and closed his eyes. He was trying so hard to calm himself down but a lot was going through his mind.

How could Grey be so difficult? Was he so different that he couldn't bring him down like he had done with his father? What was so special about him? Alex was awaiting trial. Even after all that he had spent, he wasn't sure Alex wasn't going to be jailed. And now, his number one company is gone, just as how SU company is gone.

It looks like Grey wants him to feel every pain he has ever felt, know how it felt. He was calculative. Maybe he would have been dead if Grey wanted

him to be. But maybe, there was something stopping him. Maybe there was more he wanted to do.

A few minutes of silence descended around him as each faced their thoughts.

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One of the men stepped forward.

“Some of the men died, boss. How do we handle their family?” he said suddenly, breaking through Giovanni's thoughts when nothing else could.

Giovanni opened his eyes and looked at the speaker slowly. The red eyes were gone, and his face was no longer showing if he was angry or not. It was just plain.

“What?” “I_i_" the man started but stopped almost immediately and regarded the

men around him as if looking for a word of encouragement. “Twenty of your men died, boss. The family of the deceased are protesting as we speak in front of the company,” he explained.

“Tjust feel it's something you should address in time.” Actually, that was a nice one but it was spoken at the wrong time.

Giovanni hurried towards the table, grabbed the gun, and pulled the trigger.

Boom! The speaker dropped to the floor, with blood oozing out of his heart.

The men jerked back in fear, with eyes widened and dark with shock.

He turned to one of his assistants. “By the way, that's a good one. Find

Sw *I5BONUS | something to do with the relative,” The man shivered a bit. “What should | be done?” He whispered.

“Anything! Y ou can even Kill them!” He yelled.

All the men's heads turned. Their boss has totally lost it!

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