Married a Secret Billionaire

She took a deep breath. “Nicholas, today’s the grand opening of my friend’s business. We don’t want to spoil the fun because of you. Please be sensible and leave on your own!”

“Who says that I’m here to spoil it?” Nicholas snorted and pointed at the two lines of flower baskets outside. “I came with gifts!

“Besides, you’re accepting someone like this as a friend?” Nicholas’ gaze was flippant as he smirked.

Linda’s brows were tightly knitted as she trembled. “Cordelia’s my best friend! Since she’s married Marcus, he’s my friend too. I forbid anyone from wrecking my friend’s place!”

Nicholas’ hand that held his sunglasses tightened. He looked at her quietly, a flash of warmth running in the bottom of his eyes. The woman was still like how she used to be—loyal, biased to her own kind, and faithful.

She did not know that this world had many traps, though. What if she accidentally stepped into a bottomless pit?

Nicholas was silent for a long time before he smiled and waved a hand to get his men in.

Over ten men in black quickly filled up the small cafe, and the mood changed drastically.

“Ms. Quimby, you must be joking.” Nicholas smiled. “I’m not here to wreck anything. I’m a customer!

“Mr. and Mrs. Grist,” he said, looking at the couple. “Please make us a cup of coffee each. Latte without sugar.”

Cordelia had never experienced something like this. No matter how composed she looked on the outside, her heart was drumming.

at him icily, an alert and dangerous glint flashing in

thoughtfully. “Marcus, the rental and renovation cost quite a

your concern.” Zephyr looked

we were behind bars, bro.” Nicholas was overbearing. “Hah, you can let me know if you lack money. I’ll lend it to you for

“Thanks but no thanks.”

Marcus, you aren’t like what they say, right? That

to Cordelia, who was behind Zephyr

on

nonsense.” Cordelia’s voice

She might be

Thompson, my husband gifted me this shop. We don’t need your money! He’s hardworking and takes care of the family now, giving

words next time.

while later, saying, “Pretty, it’s not that my standard’s old. It’s that your husband’s really

know what sent him to prison in

up and stared straight

He slowly turned around and took off his sunglasses. It had been eight years. The person in front of him was the same but not anymore. Their gazes were no longer what they looked like right when

smile. “Ms. Quimby, how

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