Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

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Chapter 125: A revenge Grey stared for a moment, shocked. “Wait, I don’t understand this. Do you

meanthat Hattie killed my mother?" Beatrice nodded once.

“I believe so.

But she has someone working for her somewhere around us, we just didn’t notice.

This was the only mistake that we made," she sobbed quietly.

Grey couldn’t think it through for a moment.

It felt like a heavy load had descended on him.

He couldn’t believe it.

That his mother was indeed poisoned? Someone killed her and she didn’t die a natural death? “So, I

had to leave thatnight, with everything about your mother's cream." ULIL Grey observed Beatrice for a

moment.

“Cream?” Beatrice nodded once.

"Your mother has some recipe for it but she wasn't able to create a company for it before she died.

She didn’t want anyone to steal the recipe.

So, she told me to take everything away and keep it safe,” she explained.

Greg released a sigh and looked away.

There was a lot he didn't know and was already discovering.

He wondered however how much he would still learn.

Well, something like why Rio killed his father.

He didn't even know if he was ready for the revelation.

"You don't know how happy I am to see you today, young master.” Grey looked at Beatrice andsmiled.

"How did you escape the claw of Hattie all these years?” Beatrice released a sigh slowly.

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"I've been staying everywhere and recently I moved to this church.

Well, Hattie gave up the search years back.

It hasn't been easy for me as I couldn't find a decent job,” she expressed.

"Alfred and my father thought you killed my mother." Beatrice shook her head.

“I didn’t do it, I swear.”

Grey nodded once.

Like usual, his instinct was kicking in.

It was just as he had trusted Lan.

He stood suddenly, in a bid to escape that place at that moment.

He felt very exhausted already Beatrice stood up hurriedly.

"Where are you going?" Grey regarded her for a moment, “home, I need to leave here as soon

aspossible." "But I need to give you the box." she started urgently.

Grey shook his head.

“I’m not interested in it.

I will rather leave." "But-" she started again but Grey cut her off abruptly.

"I don't want to hear anything, I will leave now," he walked away and left Beatrice staring right behind

him.

Grey had barely left the pathway when his muscle contracted and he felt a tear evade hiseyes.

He gazed heavenward as he tried to push the tears back in.

His fist clenched beside him involuntarily.

"Grey?" a deep voice entered his voice when nothing else could..

Grey looked back at Alfred and eventually succeeded in stopping the tears.

"Are you alright? Should I get you something?" Grey shook his head.

“No, I will be fine.

I will get changed and perhaps go to the gym.

I need to think about something," he said instead, not willing to talk more about anything.

The pent-up feelings were almost suffocating him.

He needed fresh air, he needed a place where he would be able to think afresh.

Grey got inside the car and Alfred drove to his house.

He was ushered into the guest room where he showered and changed into something casual.

"How do you feel now?" Alfred inquired as Grey walked out of the room.

Grey nodded briefly.

"I'm getting better, I only need to get somewhere and think about everything through,” he responded.

Alfred nodded once.

"Are you ready to leave now? I can tell Saint to drop you off.” “I will leave now then,”he announced and

Alfred stood up to walk him to the door.

"I will call you at night to ask about your welfare.” Grey sent him a faint smile.

"Alright, thanks." The drive to Grey's car was silent as he had a lot of thoughts squeezed inside of him.

There were things he wanted to know.

Perhaps he was going to research it.

Who was Hattie? And what was Smooth therapy really about? And what type of poison did she even

usefor his mother? He had forgotten to ask this from Beatrice.

But maybe just later.

He needed to get some fresh air.

Alex’s gym would do the trick.

Grey drove his car to the gym and found a perfect place to park.

He had already been thinking of how to input gym into his schedule.

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He needed it, anyway.

The machines have been arranged in a different way than it was the last time and Grey feltrelaxed by

it.

Alex spotted him from afar and moved nearer to him.

"I didn't know you were going to keep to your promise so soon,” he initiated with a smile.

Grey reciprocated the smile.

“I think I would start daily work on this." Alex nodded once.

"It's really good to be fit and considering your natural stature, you would nail it completely.” Grey

laughed at this, finally feeling light-headed.

"So, what would you like to try first? A weight lifting?” Grey thought about it for a moment and nodded

quickly.” I will rather start with something else.

I'm just here for a quick exercise, I will be off soon,” he revealed.

Alex nodded once, pleased.

“Alright, suit yourself.”

Grey walked over to the Treadmill.

He needed to think anyway.

The exercise gave him what he had always wanted - concentration.

The fact that he was able to keep up with the race and still think was like a gift.

No matter who Hattie was it was time to get revenge for what she did to his mother.

He was going to crush Smooth Therapy no matter what it takes.

And he was going to bring her mother's cream to light.

Fortunately for him, he just bought a company and he had nothing to do with it yet.

He would just make it after his mother’s name.

And he would thrive to make sure his mother's effort doesn’t go to waste.

It was the best option at that moment.

Revenge was the best option.

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