Married a Secret Billionaire

How could Fleur maintain her dignity in Lena’s presence now that she had revealed her true feelings so openly?

“Um… Lena, could you please fetch my Acme bags from the car?” Fleur asked.

Lena responded with a quick smile and promptly got up.

“This lady isn’t bad at all, Madam Fleur,” one of the women sincerely complimented. “She’s pretty, quiet, and attentive. They say, ‘a good wife makes for a good life’. She and Chris are a match made in heaven!”

Fleur draped her shawl around her shoulders and adjusted her hat. She could no longer conceal the pride on her face.

However, she remained steadfast. “Hey, stop with the nonsense! I didn’t agree to their marriage.”

“You didn’t?” The other woman was taken aback. “My son is still single. Perhaps—”

“What do you want?” Fleur glared at her, silencing everyone.

She feigned a cough and elegantly walked out, signaling them to behave.

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moments ago, even growing fonder of Lena as time passed. She couldn’t

ever disliked Lena—she was simply unwilling

to admit she liked Lena—the quiet, beautiful girl from a less prestigious background—

and daughters-in-law were supposed to be at odds. Wasn’t a mother-in-law supposed to be dissatisfied

Fleur had to maintain her arrogant facade to balance her

Hamerton,” Lena called out when they reached the

“If it’s not important, get in the

carefully removed the ring and

widened her eyes. What did this mean? Was she

bought this ring to show everyone you won’t mistreat me. Now that you’ve achieved

saying that, she bowed and turned to leave, leaving