Married a Secret Billionaire

Oliver chuckled. “I’ve been to Centrolis many years ago and stayed in the Splendor Dynasty under the Hamertons. The person who took the photo with you is the valet who parked my car for me!”

Yelena looked at him dumbly while Oliver’s smile grew more unreadable.

The others were astonished as they looked at Yelena differently now.

Yelena recomposed herself and argued, “Is this a joke, Mr. Jones? Many years ago? Would you remember a valet from so many years ago? Don’t mistake the person!”

She wanted to grab her phone back, but Oliver stopped her. He studied the photo closer, and his smile widened.

“This person has a mole under his left eye. I wouldn’t mistake him. Heh, it’s because his service was great back then that I tipped him quite generously and complimented him to his superior. He’s a floor manager now. To thank me, he came to Jangasas the day before yesterday to give me a gift. I took him around Jangasas as well to be hospitable.

“What a coincidence, I have a photo with him here too!”

Oliver took out his phone, and everyone crowded over to see. The men in both photos were the same guy!

It turned the situation awkward and ironic.

Yelena turned pale and grabbed her phone, glaring at those around her with gritted teeth.

Someone chuckled. “Heh, Yelena, were you tricked?”

people like this online. They pretend to be rich heirs and trick young girls

in this man’s character,” Oliver explained with a smile. “Besides, Ms. Jenner’s a legit heiress too. She wouldn’t be as careless. There

commanding presence that the man naturally exuded stunned even

Jones, look!” Someone passed the phone to him. “This is Ms. Yelena

guys were talking about this

“Yeah!”

at Yelena, who kept her composure and looked

at first, but

“Are you sure this is Mr.

was alarmed, and the way she

no one had seen what Zephyr

Mr. Z Hamerton’s welcome-back dinner that day. Our family was invited to Centrolis.” Yelena looked nonchalant as she checked her manicured nails. “The dinner’s huge, with the wealthiest

if you’ve been,

in Jangasas, but he could barely compare to the

bowed with an awkward smile. “You’re right, Ms. Jenner. I haven’t met

“But…”

under the Hamertons. The person who took the photo with you is the valet who parked my car for

at him dumbly while Oliver’s smile grew more