Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Chapter 361: Intruder

The afternoon came so fast and it was eventually time for the billionaire party. Aphrodite left earlier to

get ready after they both finished eating.

Grey's suit arrived thirty minutes later, accompanied by a message from Charles. Charles was the one

that chose the suit and he chose the best and most expensive suit ever.

Grey got dressed in no time.

Alfred's car pulled into his garage approximately an hour before the party. He got down and moved

closer to him.

"Are you using your face mask?" It was the first question that Alfred could ask him, seeing that

something was missing from his appearance.

Grey reasoned it for a moment. "I will," he decided. It still wasn't the time that he hoped to reveal his

identity. If he went to the party, exposed, then he would surely risk exposing his identity.

Reporters or paparazzi could be around. That aside, he couldn't trust the billionaires from other clubs.

"I have it in the car. I will wear it before we arrive at the party, " he assured.

Alfred nodded once. "Gregory and Aphrodite are on their way already. We should move too," he

announced and moved towards his car.

A dozen men hurried to the car that Grey was taking. Some entered the back seat of the first car,

Jimmy took the passenger seat of the car that Grey was in. Alfred entered the car beside him

While Grey's cars pulled out, Alfred's car drove right behind them.

"So, this party is mainly about getting to know each other. Though, there would be some activities

present,’ Alfred started. ‘Though, I've prepared some important personalities that you should meet and

perhaps exchange more than pleasantries," he suggested.

Grey nodded once. "No problem but you will have to show them to me because I don't recognize them

by their names."

Alfred smiled. "That's not a problem. It's the least I can do."

Grey nodded again, a smile etched at the comer of his face before he turned to look out through the

window. For some reason, he couldn't stop thinking of Caramel. He would have taken her along if she

wasn't being adamant about him for no reason.

Well, she does have a reason. Only God knew what Richard or whatever he was called must have fed

her with. Caramel may not have talked about it but there was more to what she had said.

And it hurt Grey greatly to realise it. He couldn't wait to find out the truth but there was nothing he could

do when it was taking a while. He just had to hope that Alfred would find Richard very quickly. It was

the only way out at that moment. His phone rang suddenly, jerking Grey out of his thoughts. He stared

down at the screen and realised it was one of his men that was staying watch of Caramel.

He picked it up immediately. "Yes, is everything alright?"

"Yes, boss but we have good news for you. You said we could message you if Miss Caramel recovers

her memories, " the man explained.

"Yes,’ Grey eyes twitched. "What is happening?’

"She has. I actually thought she was only acting weird this morning but she said something and

desperately wants to see you," the man revealed.

"Are you saying she has eventually recovered her memories? " The excitement in his voice knew no

bounds.

"Yes, boss. She has. She's currently in the living room, waiting for you. I mean what do you want us to

do?"

"Let her stay, I will come.,’ Grey pulled to a sudden stop and looked at Alfred who was watching him

with curiosity now.

"We can't afford to be late for the party," Alfred advised.

Grey nodded once and reasoned it. He desperately wanted to see Caramel, and have a chat with her.

Damn, he has missed her so much.

But there was no way he would return home. Well, there was always a way out.

"You know what, let her dress up. I will contact Aphrodite's manager to send a fashion designer and a

make-up artist over. Let her dress up and bring her to the venue of the party, " he ordered.

"Alright boss."

"Give her whatever she wants and make sure she arrives as early as possible."

"Yes, boss!"

Grey nodded once, as he felt a surge of happiness slips into him. He hung up and met Alfred's curious

gaze.

"Is something happening?"

Grey nodded once. "Caramel has finally regained her memory," he revealed with excitement.

Alfred smiled, pleased as well. "That's a piece of great news.

I mean that's going to make everything easier for us."

Grey nodded once. At least, he would be able to know what had actually happened to her and Beatrice

and probably where to find Richard. That aside, he had really missed Caramel.

"So, she's coming to the party?"

Grey nodded once. "Anything about it?"

Alfred had his face squeezed for a moment as if in deep thought, then he slowly shook his head.

"Nothing. I'm actually done with the list," he stretched out the paper.

Grey took it and perused it for a moment. ’Does the billionaire party happen outside our region as

well?" "Yes, and host nations are usually the ones that cater to the foods and drinks to be used. The

whole club would determine the hall of their choice and well, also pay for it as well," Alfred explained.

Grey was actually glad that it was Jacksonville that the party was happening or there was no way he

wouldn't miss it for Caramel's sake. He had to see her as soon as possible.

Soon enough, the cars pulled into the hotel and suite's garage. Grey glanced back as if to see

Caramel’s car appear. He didn't know what was taking them so long and thought of calling the man in

charge.

He took his face mask, and gently placed it on his face. He got down and realised that Alfred was doing

the same.

They walked towards the entrance. Just as he pulled out his phone, a strange yet familiar voice

laughed behind him.

He turned around, almost at the same time as Alfred. It turned out that he wasn't the only one that

found the voice familiar. It was Giovanni after all.

"Hello President," Giovanni teased as he walked closer to them. "This is a coincidence," he laughed.

Grey clenched his fist beside him angrily."What are you doing here? I clearly gave you a temporary

suspension. You are not supposed to be here?"

Giovanni had this teasing smile on his face. "Sure but there's something you didn't do."

"Hercules!" A feminine voice said suddenly, with excitement. Grey gave her confused brows and looked

over at Alfred for help.

"Miss Sirleaf," Alfred introduced.

"Yes, I'm Ellen Sirleaf from Liberia," she stretched out her hand for a handshake.

Grey took it. "Pleased to meet you."

Ellen smiled. "I didn't really realise until I saw the mask,’ she laughed.

As they both let go of their hands, Ellen glanced at Giovanni. "Oh, I told him to come around. He told

me about the club suspension but then, I have the gold card, so I can invite him over," she explained.

Grey was not only shocked but confused.