Married a Secret Billionaire

Fred felt choked and struggled to find the right words, so he awkwardly laughed and pretended to take a sip of wine, trying to conceal his unease. It became apparent that Lina was fiercely protective of her husband, making it challenging to obtain any useful information from her at the moment.

Putting down his wine glass, Fred felt the heat in the restaurant. The temperature was unexpectedly high, and it made him sweat after just a few sips of wine.

Moreover, not even a single dish had been served so far. There was only a bottle of wine on the table and nothing else!

Fred furrowed his brows. This was supposed to be Best Level, which was renowned for its quality of service and cuisine!

He pressed the call button, but it seemed like the server had vanished into thin air. None of them had come, even after a long wait. Fred felt extremely embarrassed. He had invited someone to a meal and ended up being left alone. He had never felt so humiliated in his life!

Zuko, hiding behind the decorative wall, had a slight smile on his lips.

“Well, maybe it’s crowded today, and the place’s understaffed!” Fred could only come up with such an excuse to save face.

Lina showed no mercy and said, “Crowded? Mr. Grist, you cleared the whole place, and it’s just the two of us in the restaurant today!”

“Well…”

with a burst of anger

you’re in the same

“Yes, that’s

Jenner. With your grades, any big company would

for the

as my assistant.” Fred chuckled, gently swirling the

the dinner table, he would take it slowly. This was his second time asking her to work at the Grist Group. After all, Lina was a student, and an internship opportunity

the last time, the opportunity had come again this time. She had

smirked, waiting quietly for her

for a moment and asked, “Mr. Grist, if I were to work for you, would it

had not intended it that way. He wanted

it had come to this point, though, he could not expose himself and could only say, “I heard

the Grist Group doesn’t cause troubles for us, we can peacefully coexist. So please rest assured. My husband keeps his word. He’s an upright man

up, looking into his eyes. “Let’s pretend I

won’t accept your job offer as the material against Violet is my self-defense weapon. I hope you can