Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Chapter 393: A bomb planner

Seth turned around quickly to call the man that had handed him the phone but he was suddenly gone.

He couldn't decide if he had entered the elevator or if he was just lost among the people in the lobby.

His hand gripped the phone even harder. What was happening? He couldn't think at first, his mind was

all foggy.

Could Grey have set him up like he did the year before he left Jacksonville?

"Seth!" Smith yelled at him.

Seth jerked out and looked up at one of the security guards.

"You have to leave now," the security guard reminded them in a strong tone.

Seth released a sigh and nodded briefly before he walked out of the lobby without another word to

Smith. He didn't stop until he was out of Protos Pubblicita. He turned to look at Smith with anger

showing all over his face.

"This was all your fault!" He yelled in anger.

Smith gave him a confused look. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

Seth stretched the phone out. "Don't fucking ask me! Don't you dare ask me that question! Just check

for yourself!"

Smith took the phone with a confused expression. His eyes went wide with shock as he watched the

video. "What the fuck is this?"

"Are you asking me?" Seth grew even angrier. Are you going to pretend as if you don't know what that

is? As if you weren't the one that initiated it!" He yelled with pain.

Smith gathered his brows. "We all agreed to the plan and I obviously didn't think you were being

recorded. You could have checked for a CCTV camera and turned back when you did see one," he

reprimanded.

"Seriously? So this is my fault?"

Smith released a load of air but he didn't talk.

"Now I get it!" He clicked his tongue. "Now I really understand why Protos Pubblicita changed its mind.

Most especially why they made the decision today! It was because of this video! Grey must have

shown it to Maria.

They must have decided to take it from US because of that! They must have thought we would stain

their name. And you made me do it!" He pointed an accusing finger at him. "And to even think you

didn't join me! I went along! Only my face was revealed!"

Smith sighed and looked away for a moment as different thoughts went through his mind in some sort

of crazy confusion. He had never for once suspected the plan. How was he supposed to think that Grey

was going to use it against them?

"You can't be serious, Seth! You can't be! And you have to stop this! You seriously have to!"

"No, we aren't stopping shit! You are going to talk to me!' He insisted in a deep voice, unwilling to give

up. His head was reeling.

"See, Seth, we have to leave here. We can discuss this later elsewhere or in private."

"No, I'm not doing that shit! Do you know how much I've put down on this order? How much have I

done and how much have I just lost? And you are acting as if it doesn't mean anything to you!" Seth

was getting angrier as the minute passed by.

Smith's gaze searched around him at the people that were starting to look at them.

"Will you just let US enter the car or something? People are looking at US."

"I don't care! Or does it look like I do?" He fired at him.

"Fine!” Smith fired back. "Do you think I'm happy that we lost the order? I've lost a lot already as well.

Putting the blame on me won't do anything for you!"

Seth clenched his teeth at him. "But it would do a lot to know that you caused half of my predicaments."

Smith's eyes tightened on him. "Seriously? Are you going to continue this? Then fuck off and do

whatever you want!" He flagged down a taxi and got inside before Seth would say more.

Seth could only hit his fist against the car in anger. His blood was boiling in rage. He hit the car

severely and in anger.

What was he supposed to do at that moment? He couldn't even think. All he could do was scream in

anger, not mindful of the stares and silent murmurs he was getting.

He was done for.

A man walked inside the living room of Giovanni. He stopped a few feets away from Giovanni and

bowed slightly.

"Talk," Giovanni ordered.

"Her name is Beatrice, sir. She used to be unconscious but she woke up yesterday which was why

Grey went to goodness hospital yesterday," he revealed.

Giovanni's head inclined as he thought about it.

"Beatrice," Giovanni repeated as if he was tasting the sound of it. "That name sounds really familiar but

I can't really remember but_,' he looked at the man. "Anything else?"

The man nodded briefly. "We saw Caramel. She has been attending to this woman. The only time she

was absent was when Grey was around."

Giovanni smiled softly. "Now I see. I think I now remember who Beatrice is. That's why the men were

watching over her."

"Also, the nurse said Grey would be seeing her today," he added.

Giovanni stood up, suddenly shocking the man for a moment. "It's time. It's finally time for Grey to die."

He laughed, feeling somewhat happiness slip into him.

"What should we do, boss," the man asked.

"Grey will die today. And here's the plan," he hesitated as he looked at the man very well. "We are

going to tamper with his car. You are going to find a way for his chauffeur or whoever stays in the car.

Or you could pretend to be resting against the car and be able to do what you want. We need to

implant a bomb into his car. A bomb that can detonate thirty minutes later. Someone needs to control

the CCTV camera and the security guard." 1

Giovanni didn't have to bother much about it anyways since he knew a lot of people at goodness

hospital.

"You have to do all it takes to make sure Grey dies today!"

The man bowed slightly. "We will do that immediately the spy inform US that he's at goodness hospital.

Meanwhile, we will get prepared."