Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Chapter 333: Talks

One of the members groaned.

"I don't think this is something we need to plan without our godfather.I mean isn't that why we made

him one?"

"Yes, I think Martin is right.I don't support this at all. We shouldn't even be plotting against our president

behind his back! It's uncalled for!" Philip barked.

Giovanni looked at Philip.

"It's not plotting, it's planning. We are only discussing this here. And I just said I'm not here for that. I'm

only bringing something to your notice." He argued.

Martin huffed.

"We are not blind or dead. We all know that Hercules is your opponent. You guys are always fighting

over something."

Giovanni felt a stab of annoyance at his words.

"And so?"

"See, I think we should just discuss why we are here and get out of here. This isn't the time to

exchange such a word," Dave suggested.

Giovanni nodded briefly.He has always loved Dave anyways and he had always supported him.

And he was sure that he would do the same that night.

"So, the real matter here is that Hercules's face is always covered. That has never happened, not in the

history of this club and we shouldn't even give it a chance for it. That's why we are here!"

He revealed with a thickness of his voice.

Everyone went mute for a moment, with each lost in his thoughts.

"I think you are right," Dave said suddenly.

"I mean we are Hercules members, we should be allowed to see him."

"Well, that was Hercules's rule before we made him the president.We shouldn't tell him to change his

rules because of us," Gary expressed.

Dave looked at Gary.

"Well, we shouldn't be modifying the club's rules either. This thing should have been simple from the

start.It was either he remove the mask and be our president or he doesn't and well, you guys know the

rest," he mentioned.

Giovanni smiled briefly.He knew that Dave would support him.

And well, Giovanni has always been nice to him as well. He always remembers to send some amount

of money to him every month.

"I think Dave is right," Martin muttered.

"I mean does it even make any sense? There's an upcoming party and we don't even know what our

president looks like. There's no way to familiarize with him or tell other clubs about him. It's not only

weird but wrong," he explained.

Giovanni nodded once.

"Exactly. And it's our right to demand this. Though, I'm surprised no one brought this up until today."

Dave smiled.

"Well, some of these men weren't brave enough to stand against Hercules. But since we are many on

this, it will be easy to stand up against him. It's either he leaves or stays and reveals his face."

Well, Grey was still keeping his identity. So, he definitely wouldn't want to let them know who he was.

And walking away might be very difficult.

Giovanni was curious as to what he would do.

"So, I will come up with it in our next meeting. You all should back me up and stand firm in your

decision," he urged them. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

Jake however nodded but had a different thing in his head. He loves Hercules and doesn't care about

Giovanni.

The only reason why he was following Giovanni's orders all this while was because he had no choice.

And at that moment, his loyalty lies with the new president of the club.

Grey, Aphrodite, and Charles arrived at Rowhill Grange and utopia spa.

They decided to go for the picnic the next day and return home that evening or maybe early the next

day.

Well, Aphrodite reserved the room for two nights. So, it was a plus.

Aphrodite had gone over to her room and it was just Charles and Grey in the room.

Silence engulfed the place around them as each got lost in their thoughts.

"How do you feel now?" Grey asked suddenly, breaking the far- stretched silence.

"Fine," Charles got up from the bed.

"Actually, there's someone you need to meet," he hesitated.

"I mean he really wants to speak with you."

Grey gave him confused brows.

"Who?"

Charles didn't say anything and instead moved to the door. He opened it and stepped aside for Leo to

walk in. He was clad in casual trousers and a t-shirt.

Grey regarded him for a moment. He wasn't really that angry like he usually felt whenever he looked at

him or maybe it was because he had already forgiven him. He wouldn't have supported it anyways, for

him to let Giovanni kill Charles. He would have been angry at him if he had let Charles die without

doing anything for him.

"Did you two plan it?"

"Well," Charles started as he closed the door.

"He was always with me in the hospital.And he told me that he would like to speak with you even if it

would be the last time for him. This time would be the best time to speak with you because you might

soon get busy with Giovanni.But I didn't want him to ride with us because I didn't know how you would

feel. So, I told him to ride alone," he explained.

Grey regarded them for a moment and slowly let out a sigh.

"Why do you want to speak with me?"

"Perhaps I should wait in the lobby,"

Charles turned around to leave but Leo stopped him immediately.

"No, stay.It's not something you can't hear and besides, I feel I owe you an explanation as well. Grey is

your friend and I understand how you must have felt about everything, about trying to kill me," he

voiced out.

Charles swallowed harder and turned towards them again.

Everything looked weird to him.

But Leo was right. he did have a lot to tell him, to ask him.

Grey nodded once.

"Let's talk then." Leo nodded once.

"I know I've done a lot to hurt you, Grey.But well, I'm not going to talk you into forgiving me because I

don't even deserve it."

"I just have some questions bothering me," Grey watched Leo closely for any signs or expressions.

"Why have you kept yourself hidden all these while? Does Leo know you are alive?" Leo shook his

head briefly.

"I was supposed to die with Fox.So, I had to fake my death. And when I saw what Charles tried to do to

me, I made up my mind instantly.But your father was a good man, even when he was in his dead bed

when he was almost shot to death. His only words were to take care of his son," he sighed.

"That was why I took you away."