Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Chapter 126: A New production Grey eventually left the gym after some more exercises. He felt more

cool and relaxed now. The first thing on his mind was tospeak with Beatrice.

He blamed himself for not asking for her number or where he could find her.

Well, he drove right back to the graveyard.

Hopefully that he would meet her again.

There was no one around the graveyard.

So, he walked back to the place where they sat previously.

He saw Beatrice on the chair, sobbing silently.

She must have been devastated or perhaps confused, especially because Grey accused her of murder.

Grey walked closer, only stopping a few inches away.

"Hi, Beatrice." Beatrice stopped at once and craned her neck towards Grey, a smile appeared on her

face and she stood up.

“Grey, you came back?” She seemed happy.

Grey nodded once.

"Can we leave here? I need to have a chat with you.” Beatrice nodded quickly and wiped off the tears.”

It’s ok then.” Greyled her to his car.

He pulled out of the graveyard, towards nowhere in particular.

He finally found the right spot and parked.

"What have you been doing all these years? Where are your children?” He bombarded.

He also wanted to ask her why she looked so unkempt but that might come as an insult.

So, he decided against it quickly.

Beatrice swallowed harder and looked out through the window.

"Your mother wasn't the only precious thing that I lost that night.

I lost my mentality as well," she finally looked at Grey and he saw a drop of tears from her left cheek.

“I lost my only son, Victor.

He died before I got home.

I couldn't stay long, I had to leave because I knew they were after the recipe.

He was of your age, i_i_," she Stuttered." I couldn't protect him,” and she burst into another round of

sobs.

Grey felt moved to lears and it took him every ounce of his strength not to cry.

The woman before him had suffered so much and she was loyal.

Imagine her living such a useless life and wearing dirty clothes just because she wanted to keep her

promise to her mother.

Maybe, there were still good friends on earth.

Beatrice was the definition of a great friend.

Grey leaned closer and pulled her into a hug, not mindful of how dirty she was.

Well, he was once so dirty.

“I’m so sorry, Young master,” Beatrice nobbed even harder.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for everything that had happened to you,” he hesitated, “Mother,” he called

softly Beatrice nearly chokes on theword.

She gently pulled back and shock mirrored her face.

“Mother?”

Grey smiled and smoothedler hair.

"I have no parents, well they died already, And you lost your son.

And well, you will always be my mummy.

You used to be my nanny Beatrice tried to smile but the tears dropped again.

"You will refer to me as your mother? Grey wiped the tears away.

“No, you are my mother.

Is there any other person perfect for the position?" "Grey," Beatrice cried even harder and pulled

himinto another hug.

“You’ve grown into a remarkable man.

I'm so happy that you are Hale and healthy," she stroked his back “Don’t cry,” he consoled her.

“I’m here for you now.

I'm going to give you everything that Victor couldn't give you.” Beatrice pulled back again, with the

same surprised expression.” You are?” Grey smiled and noddedslightly.

“You lost your son because of my mother.

But you’ve just gained two things today.

You've gained a son and a new status." Beatrice was still confused.” What? Have you taken over your

father’s asset?” Grey nodded once.

“Yes but I’m still liding.

But, there’s something we must do instead.

You said that you kept the secret to my mother's cream recipe?” “Yes, I did.” Grey smiled.” Why don’t

we start on that journey already? I havea company and I would make you the manager.

We will go back to production.

Everything would come up nice.

We will get avenge your son and my mother.

We will rule out Smooth Therapy and create a world of Victoria, my mother.

How is that?" Shock kept Beatrice speechless and motionless for a moment.

"Are you saying! would be a manager in your new company?”.

Grey smiled again." Don't forget, you are my mother." Beatrice laughed.” I will gladly do this, Iwill gladly

avenge my son's death.

I will revenge Victoria's death by making the company first ranked in nice perfumed cream,” she

saidwith determination, "Yes, that's the spirit." Beatrice smiled.

“I will get the box from the church then.

I kept it here because I was scared of losing it.” “That’s ok.

I will wait for you in the car then." Beatrice opened the door and walked back to the church.

Grey watched her for a inoment until she was out of sight.

He took his phone and dialed Alfred’s line.

He picked up immediately.

"Grey, are you alright now?" "Yes, guess who I found? Beatrice, my mother’s maid.” “What? She’s

alive?” Alfred was shocked and well, angry.

“Yes but it’s not as you have thought.

I will bring her over to your house and you can interrogate her as your wish.

But I'm taking my mother's cream recipe and developing it, with her,” he informed.

Alfred was lost." What? I didn't get that." "Well, my mother was working creams but was killed.

Well, she was poisoned and killed by someone working for Hattie.

And it’s definitely not Beatrice.” He hinted.

"Are you sure about this?" "Yes, as sure as the day,” Grey let out a sigh.

“My instinct has always been correct, Alfred.

Anyways, I'm driving her over to your place so that you can speak with her.

But then, I need a house very quickly.”.

"No problem, I will do that and wait for you.

I don't plan on returning to the company anyways," he jibed.

Grey smiled even though Alfred couldn’t see him.