Chapter Thirty-Nine


    The room was quiet for a while. Then Scar hung his head and mumbled, "Every second that goes by


    with me knowing that someone is out there who''s after you, and there''s nothing I can do right now


    makes me feel useless and like I''m failing you, boss."


    Resting his gaze on Scar, Rome frowned and said, "It''s not the time or the ce to wallow in self-pity.


    You want to feel useful! Okay then, I need you to find out how these media tforms are getting hold of


    this news so quickly."


    There was a brief pause as Rome intensely stared at K, Brook, and ze without speaking.


    Then he raised his chin and said, "For now, the only advantage this person has over me is their identity.


    And that puts me at a disadvantage because they know who they are fighting, but I don''t."


    It fell silent for a moment as Rome held back his words and intensely gazed at his men, and then he


    firmly said, "We need to even the field by finding out who we are up against. That''s the only way we are


    going to have a chance for a win."


    "What if we can''t find who is doing this?" Scar mumbled out loud instead of saying it in his head like he


    intended to do.


    The room fell silent, and Scar slowly raised his head, feeling a bit nervous as his gaze met with Rome''s


    icy stare.


    "I should head out and start digging for information on how this news got out." Scar mumbled, looking


    away from Rome as he stood from the couch.


    Frowning slightly, Rome red at the others and firmly asked, "Does anyone have any negative


    opinions they would like to share?"


    "Actually, I have to check out a few more CCTV cameras near the hospital to see if I can find out more


    about the person that put Earl in aa. So I''d like to excuse myself." Brook calmly stated, standing


    from his seat.


    "I will be taking my leave too. Because… because…" ze hastily muttered, pausing for a moment


    before saying, "I got it! I have to interview the hospital staff. Maybe one of them witnessed something


    that could be important."


    Without wasting another minute or waiting for a response from Rome, Scar, Brook, and ze walked


    out of the room.


    After the door shut behind them, K looked at Rome and said, "I think it will be helpful if I stop by at the


    store you got those items from and see if I can get any useful information."


    "Okay, go ahead and do that." Rome absentmindedly mumbled.


    Once K left, and it was just Mr. Ford and him in the room, Mr. Ford calmly gazed at Rome for a while


    and then uttered, "You are handling this well, son."


    "Why doesn''t it feel like it?" Rome mumbled, scratching the back of his head as he tried to get his


    emotion under control.


    At that moment, his ringtone interrupted their conversation, and realizing that it was Braden calling,


    Rome took a deep breath and answered the call.


    "Sir, I''m sure you have a good reason for not going to Archend yesterday, but things have escted,


    and angry clients are calling the office constantly. Also, you have a few partners waiting for you here."


    Braden hastily said from the other side of the call.


    "Book me a new flight for today at a suitable time," Rome said, feeling a sense of frustration rising in


    him.


    "Yes, sir."


    "Also, tell the others that I will be at thepany soon to hear their grievances."


    "Okay, boss."


    After ending the call, Rome tightened his grip around his phone while striving to control his anger. But


    then he lost it for a second and threw his phone against the wall, squeezing his fist tightly as he


    pressed his lips in a firm line.


    "Rome," Mr. Ford calmly called out.


    "Our business is going to bleed because of this!" Rome mumbled, pacing back and forth.


    "Stop walking around. You are making me dizzy."


    "Just a few weeks in charge, and I''m already messing up. I don''t think I can do this! Keep my wife safe,


    run the businesses, make sure the Barlow doesn''t have ess to DreamTeam…"


    Without saying a word, Mr. Ford watched him pacing back and forth as he mumbled out hisints.


    Then when Rome finally stopped and sluggishly sat down on the couch, Mr. Ford met his eyes and


    asked, "Feeling better?"


    "I don''t know. Maybe," Rome mumbled, covering his face with his palms.


    It got quiet for a moment, and then Mr. Ford sighed and said, "twenty years ago, after losing both you


    and your mother, I felt lost and confused too. The more I focused on the issues, I hated myself each


    day and felt frustrated with life and everyone around me."


    Withdrawing his hands from over his face, Rome looked at Mr. Ford, and when their eyes locked, Mr.


    Ford gave a quick smile and said, "But you safe me from all that mess… Well, it was the thought of you


    that did it."


    Feeling confused by his father''s word, Rome raised a brow.


    In that instant, Mr. Ford understood his expression and said, "What I''m saying, son, is that you need to


    stop focusing on the issues and find a reason to hope."


    "A reason to hope?" Rome mumbled beneath his breath.


    "Yeah. Mine was hoping that I would find you someday. And that''s what kept me pushing against all


    odds."


    "I understand now."


    "That''s good. You can break down, but give yourself a reason not to stay down, and hold onto it without


    giving up until you see ite through."


    The corners of Rome''s lips slightly raised as he looked at Mr. Ford. Then he stood to from the couch


    and mumbled, "Thanks, dad. That was some great advice."


    A few seconds when by quietly as Mr. Ford gave Rome a brief smile, and afterward, Rome swayed his


    gaze onto his broken phone and mumbled, "I should head back to the office and buy a new phone on


    the way there."


    "I wille with you." Mr. Ford said, waking from the couch.


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    A couple of hourster, Rome and Mr. Ford arrived in his office, and only a couple of seconds went by


    before Braden entered after them.


    Then he waited for them to take a seat before saying, "Boss, I have already purchased your ticket, and


    your flight leaves at six. Also, Mr. Aaberg and a few others are awaiting you in the conference room."


    "Inform them that I will be there in a couple of minutes," Rome said, resting his new phone on the table.


    After nodding slightly, Braden turned and left the room.


    ''I should let Catherine know that I wouldn''t be going home tonight.'' Rome thought, staring down at his


    phone.


    Then he picked it up, found her number in his contact, and dialed it.


    The moment Catherine heard her ringtone, she took her gaze off herputer screen and picked up


    her phone.


    "Hey, hon. How''re things going?" Catherine asked, resting back in her seat.


    ''Terrible. I''m about to walk in a room full of arrogant people, and since my anger is off the roof, I might


    just flip out on all of them if anyone says something stupid. But I don''t want to stress you with that.


    So…'' Rome thought, frowning slightly.


    Then he hesitated for a second before saying, "Everything is okay. Mmm… I won''t being home


    tonight because I have a flight at six for Archend. Scar is going to pick you up from work, okay?"


    Feeling a dull throb in her chest, Catherine sadly smiled and mumbled, "Okay."


    The line became silent for a moment, but she didn''t hang up and waited. Then she finally heard Rome


    say, "You are my reason to hope."


    Feeling confused by those words, Catherine paused for a moment and then mumbled, "What?"


    "Nothing. Please follow my order this time and stay away from trouble until I get back." Rome said,


    narrowing his eyes as he watched Mr. Ford giggle faintly.


    "Okay,"


    "Good, I got to go. I''ll call youter."


    The moment Catherine ended the call with Rome, her office door opened, and she focused on her


    secretary as she walked into the room.


    Then she stopped a few distances away from the desk and said, "Boss, your cousin is here."


    "Which one?" Catherine asked in frustration.


    Then a frown surfaced on her face when her secretary replied, "It''s Miss Chloe."


    ''What does she want now!'' Catherine thought in annoyance.