Married a Secret Billionaire

The more Cordelia thought about it, the more she found it wrong. Her heart thumped hard. “Zephyr, does he know what’s inside this cabinet?”

“I don’t think he does,” answered Zephyr. “But he wants to. That’s why he took the photos!”

Cordelia was frightened. “He’s too scary… Why would he be curious about this cabinet?”

“Maybe it’s because there’s a lock on it.”

Cordelia nodded. The lock on the cabinet basically told others that there were incredibly important things in there.

“Sir, Ms. Cordelia, don’t worry,” Robert said softly. “Phil’s sly, but we can catch him. He won’t have it easy by then!”

Zephyr patted Cordelia’s shoulder and gave her a resolute and warm smile. His expression changed swiftly when he looked at Robert with disdain. “Nothing else? Leave if there’s nothing!”

Robert was rendered speechless.

Cordelia saw that Robert seemed hesitant to speak, like what he wanted to say could not be brought up in front of her. She went to the kitchen and told Zephyr, “Keep Robert for dinner. I’ll make you all sticky ribs!”

“You want to stay for a meal?” Zephyr’s tone went up at the end of his sentence.

“No, no, no!” Robert refused frantically. It was until Cordelia entered the kitchen and closed the door that he lowered his voice to tell Zephyr, “Mr. Zephyr, there’s one more thing…”

“What again?”

“Rowan Irwin’s in Centrolis!”

Zephyr scowled. He had heard about Rowan making an appearance but not getting into the seats in the auction that other day.

Cordelia blushed red and struggled away from Zephyr’s hold to run into the room while he was distracted.

sucked in a cold breath, but it was already too late

was so dark

bolt open with a clank.

he plastered on a smile,

is it?” Zephyr spat

what he wanted to say and stared at

seconds of silence felt as long as

someone’s deafening growl from where she was in the room. “Robert

and hurried out of the kitchen, shocked by

happened to

the couch

back to the kitchen, talking to herself, “It hurts the throat to shout like this. I’ll have to make soup to nourish Mr. Z’s

on the porch and snaked in between the men. It

face finally cracked a

knew that it must not disturb him from asking

yes…” Robert chuckled apologetically, drenched

why he was there, so he quickly pulled an old phone out of his

the data in the phone’s recovered. Take a

through the phone. There was indeed chat history between Phil and

with her fists clenched as

brainwashing Zennie with wrong thoughts! That she’s nothing outside of the Hamertons, that he’s the

expression was grim when he turned to ask Robert, “Has Phil been

His routes go back and forth, so it shows up as a tangled mess on the GPS. It’s not easy to track him

look at this!”

phone gallery, and the

living room. “Zephyr, it’s this

a look. The photos were the painting on the wall in the