Secretly The Billionaire Boss

announced.

“What!” Alfred was shocked. “You have? How? When?” “Well, Giovanni didn't have it in the first place. Dylan did. We've spoken and he gave it to me on the condition that Giovanni dies.” “Have you checked the recordings? Are they instant?” “Yes, they are,” Grey confirmed.

Alfred released a sigh of relief. “So, what do you want us to do now?” Grey thought about it for a moment.

“Giovanni will be convicted, Alfred, for murder. Let's do this the law way.” “Good! I will speak to Jason about this.

When are you coming back to Jacksonville?”

“In 3 days. I'm sick and have to be in the hospital till then.” “Good then. We will prepare for your arrival. I will message you on how it goes,” he assured.

“Good then. Tell Gregory this then,” he muttered and hung up.

Giovanni sucked in breath. He was more than angry at this point. He felt cornered. It felt like it was the end for him.

With Alex in prison, things even looked harder than it was previously. He had Jost everything, hadn't he? He puffed the cigar again. He has lost everything, The only way he could get himself back was to take Grey down

once and for all.

If he was gone, he would be able to get back on his feet.

But how was he supposed to do that? He has tried that several times for months but it was nothing to write home about.

Grey turned out smarter than he thought. He really wasn't like his father. He was a tough nut to crack.

He sent his son to prison and is currently on his neck. Alex was half blind and with no memory. What more could he do to him that would be absolutely punishing? “Boss, what should we do?” One of his men asked suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts when nothing else could.

Giovanni looked up and puffed more cigars. “Grey has to die. He has to.

That's the only way.” The man groaned as if stabbed with a pin.

“Nothing from the men?” The man shook his head briefly. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Nothing boss,” he confirmed.

Giovanni turned away and puffed again. He couldn't think of anything.

The door opened suddenly. “Boss! We have news.” Giovanni didn't respond.

The man looked up. “Spill it,” he ordered.

“Hercules is arriving in 3 days.”

There was a long pause and Giovanni looked at the men one after the other.

“There will be no mistake this time.

Grey Fox must die!”

Chapter 587: Kill Grey Fox Charles looked at Grey, still shocked.

“Don't tell me you will team up with this good-for-nothing guy? You know he's not to be trusted!” Grey nodded once and looked at him. “I know but you do trust me, right? Just trust me.” Charles regarded him for a moment and slowly released a sigh. “Alright then.” Grey looked at Dylan. “But this teamwork will not work if we don't have the evidence we can pin Giovanni down with,” he explained.

“Well, Giovanni is supposed to die, and not be jailed for killing your father.”

“Well, I won't need the evidence after Giovanni dies. So, this deal will be useless for me. Besides, Giovanni will not live after killing my father. Don't think I plan on sparing his life.” Dylan laughed. “I like that! I sincerely do!” He muttered, dipped his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a phone.

“It's here, everything on the watch,” he revealed, placed it on the bed beside Grey, and smiled slightly. “Iwill be in Jacksonville soon. We will talk then,” he finished, got up, and walked out of the room.

Charles stared at Grey. “Do you have a plan yet?” “Speak to the doctor and discuss how I will leave here because Avery said I might be here for three days,” he said annoyingly.

Charles laughed. “On it then. I will be back,” he assured and walked out of the room.

Grey picked up the phone and swiped it to unlock it. A video was on already. He hesitated briefly before he pressed the play button.

Giovanni was pointing a gun directly at the camera.

Grey paused the video and shut it.

There was no need to watch it. He has seen it directly. He was there after all.

He saw everything from the beginning till the end.

He dropped the phone and placed a call to Alfred. He picked it up immediately.

“Hello, Hercules.” “Hi, Alfred. I've found the watch!” He