Married a Secret Billionaire

“Heh, Mr. Zephyr.” Phil chuckled. “I’m sorry. I haven’t gotten my driver’s license. But I’ve already booked the flight tickets to send Mrs. and Ms. Hamerton back. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure of their safety.”

Zephyr stayed quiet and looked at him with a complex gaze.

“Buy some gifts back these two days. I heard that there are several specialty shops in Jangasas’ suburbs near the riverside.”

“Mr. Zephyr, I’m not familiar with that area. This hotel actually sells specialty products. I’ll make the arrangement before we leave.”

Zephyr’s brows were furrowed together.

He had mentioned “registration plates”, “suburbs”, and “riverside” during his questions just now. All these had to do with Marcus’ escape.

However, this young man looked natural and answered without missing a beat. He did not show any hint of nerves… Was he really unrelated to this incident?

Zephyr fell deep in thought and grew skeptical. His subconscious told him that he must not let Phil send his stepmother and sister alone, so he left and called Robert outside of Regalia.

“Move your men. They don’t have to guard my house for now.” He lowered his voice. “Arrange for them to send Aunt Cloud and Zennie back to Centrolis.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Also, look into the family’s long-term employees with the last name Nelson.”

Zephyr rushed back home after the call.

now, but she was growing more reluctant to meet anyone, and the number of times she showered was increasing. Any slight movement or sound scared

with you. At least your dad and I are in the Hamertons. We won’t

a smile. “I’m afraid she’ll hate me more

“Have you caught Marcus?”

junctions around the riverside. He covered his face once he got close to places with surveillance cameras. The car doesn’t have a registration plate either, so

if you need my help,” Kate

He then

days, I think. It’s time Zennie focuses and prepares for

opening the door. She quickly asked about

Zephyr’s attention was on the

“Mr. Zephyr.”

watched him

Phil Nelson. You probably don’t know me,

Phil Nelson.’ Zephyr felt

looked around 20 years old but exuded a jarring aura of maturity and composure. He had a refreshing and handsome face,

that Zephyr’s cup was empty and took the initiative to refill it for him. The moment the young man bowed to pour tea,

of the face exposed under the cap was thin and pale like

Zephyr was startled.

“You’re Phil Nelson?”

before him humbly and nodded. “Yes, Mr.

Centrolis. Be careful on the road. Check if the registration plates are covered