Chapter 15
The weekend finally arrived, and it was Saturday.
A day such as this was a time for the Barlow cousins to rx and spend their dors on clubbing,
shopping, and other stuff.
But today, the four of them spend the morning in the old-fashioned chamber in the east wing, wallowing
in depression as they sat on the couch.
“So, have any of younded the ount yet?” Chloe said, staring at her cousins and hoping for a
negative response from them.
The four of them had kept speech from each other as they worked all week tond the ounts.
“Well, no. The people in ''Fine wine industry wouldn''t even talk to me about the ount. It''s like it
doesn''t exist.” Richard said, letting out a harsh breath.
“The same thing happened to me. The CEO of Roadnd INC refused to see me on several
asions.” Jeff said with a frown.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I had to stalk him for days. When I finally got the chance to talk to him, he blew me off and said
that he was busy.”
Surprise, then disbelief, crossed their features as they stared at each other.
Then Chloe gazed at Charles and slyly said, “I am sure you got the Skylightpany''s ount
because you and Leo are best buddies.”
“Well, no. He said that his father told him to let the ount be and that he will decide on who to give
the ount to.” Charles mumbled, tightening his hand into fist.
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For a moment she stared at him in disbelief, and then her eyes red with renewed anger.
“It''s the same for me. No one from the MC group would tell me anything about the ount.” Chloe
said, running her hand through her hair.
They sat in silence for a while deep in their thoughts.
Then Charles unclenched his fists, and he gave a mirthlessugh and stated, “We still have tonight.
Remember, all the top-notch individuals will be there, and among those people, the Chairmans of MC
group, Roand INC, Skylightpany, and Fine wine industry will be there.”
“Right. Tonight we get those ounts by any means necessary.” Jeff said, gazing at his cousins.
Suddenly anger and fear crossed Chloe''s face as she stared at the other and softly intoned, “If
grandfather has to make our father get those ounts, we will all be looked down upon, and that would
be the worst thing that can happen to any of us.”
“It''s not the worst thing that can happen, but Catherine getting those ounts is.” Richard
absentmindedly mumbled.
Silence settled in the atmosphere for a while, then the four of them burst intoughter.
“Yeah, right. Like she can.” Chloe mumbled, inspecting her fingernails.
“If she can, I will go bald,” Charles said with a smirk.
“I want to see you hairless, but I know that Catherine can''t get those ounts,” Jeff mumbled with a
hint of sadness in his voice.
After a brief moment of silence, Chloe stood from the couch and smoothed down her skirt. Then she
smiled and said, “Well, I have ns to make. Excuse me.”
Raising their eyebrows in disbelief, the three of them watched as Chloe walked out of the room.
Then Richard turned to Charles and asked, “What do you think her ns are?”
But Charles ignored his question, got up from his seat, and left the chamber.
“Knowing Chloe, whatever her ns are, it is going to be trouble,” Jeff said, standing from the couch.
Then he briefly gazed at his cousin before walking away.
“I guess we are all not on speaking terms again,” Richard mumbled.
As Romeid in bed, staring at Catherine''s reflection in the mirror, the sadness he saw in her eyes,
ache his heart a bit.
Since both of them woke up, he had caught her sulking several times, and each time she looked
sadder.
“Are you going to brush your hair?” Rome mumbled, sitting up.
Softly exhaling, Catherine rested her chin on her palm, eyeing the brush from the corner of her eyes.
“I don''t feel like it.” She mumbled, letting out another sigh.
A yawn escaped Rome''s lips as he got out of bed. Then he picked up the brush and gently ran it
through Catherine''s hair.
“Talk to me, wife? What''s bothering you?” Rome mumbled, taking a huge lock of her hair in his hand
and brushing through it.
“Well, I want to prove to my grandfather and grandmother that I can get at least one of those ounts,”
Catherine mumbled, staring at Rome''s reflection.
“Okay, then get it. If you are confident enough that you can get those ounts, then go for it.”
“But grandpa said…”
“Forget what he said. What do you want?”
Hesitation clouded Catherine’s expression then she took in a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and said
with confidence, “I want to sign the contracts for all four of those ounts.”
“Ambitious, that''s my wife! Go for it! Tonight, walk up to those chairmen and page your proposal to
them.” Rome said with excitement in his eyes.
“Should I?”
“You should!”
The daylight faded naturally, and at nine o''clock, everyone in the Barlow household was dressed for the
party.
When they grabbed in the living room at nine-fifteen, Madam Rosey red at Rome and said, “Stay
away from Mr. Ford and don''t talk to anyone at the party because everyone there is out of your league.
So make yourself invisible if you have to.”
But the only response she got from Rome was a faint smile and no words.
However, her mind was too upied to remark on his behavior, so she scowled at him and they all left
the mansion.
Then at nine-thirty-five, their cars drove out of the fence, and at ten o''clock, they arrived at the Paradise
Hotel.
Catherine''s Mercedes came to a stop and she and Rome stepped onto the red carpet.
Her silver backless long elegant gown tail dragged on the carpet as she held onto Rome''s arm, and felt
d that she bought him a nice designer suit that matches with her dress because there were cameras
everywhere. And their lights kept shing in their faces when he led her into the building.
When they entered the grand hall, Rome gasped in disbelief at how much effort his father put into The
decoration for a party that had no theme.
The entire hall was glowing in blue LED lighting with fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The
tables were upied with fancy champagne towels, expensive wines, appetizers, cocktails, savory
cuisine.
After staring around for a bit, Rome escorted Catherine to the other end of the hall, where Mr. Ford was
interacting with a few of his business buddies.
When his gaze met with his father''s calm eyes, he slightly bowed and said, “Hello, Mr. Ford. My wife
and I want to pay our humble respect to you and extend our gratitude to you for inviting us to your
event. I must say, the decoration is to my liking.”
“Your gratitude is appreciated.” Mr. Ford said, keeping a straight face.
Then he gazed at Catherine softly smiling at him, so he faintly smiled and said, “So this is the lovely
“Thank you, sir. It is an honor to meet you.” Catherine said, slightly bowing.
“Let us forget about the formality. Mr. Ford is just fine.”
“Yes, sir… I mean, Mr. Ford.”
Noticing Catherine''s hand slightly trembling, Rome entangled his fingers with hers and beamed at her
when she gazed at him.
“I heard from Mr. Jeffrey about how well you managed his project, and that the result was impable.
We might just work together in the future if I need a project manager.” Mr. Ford said without losing his
smile.
“Really! I will be forever indebted to you if that happens. Thank you. Thank you!” Catherine said,
struggling to breathe because of excitement.
Having his father boost his wife''s confidence was only the first step to the ns Rome had for tonight.
Now that she had been praised by the wealthiest man in the country, he could see the change in
Catherine''s mood and that her eyes had lit up, and it was time for the next step of his n.
The rest of the Barlow family arrived in the hall and Elijah was the first to spot Rome and Catherine
talking with Mr. Ford.
“The night had just begun, and those two have already started causing problems for our family.” He
said, staring at his father.
“Tonight, we can''t afford to offend Mr. Ford. We need to get those two idiots away from him right this
instant.” Madam Rosey said, squeezing her hands into fists.