Married a Secret Billionaire

Drake’s eyes brightened at the news.

“Ms. Bianca…” He fumbled, uncertain where to place his hands. Surprise and greed were evident on his face.

Bianca reassured him with a smile. “It’s alright. You’re older than me, after all. Think of it as the young showing respect for their elders.”

He licked his lips, eager to taste the city’s wine.

Taking advantage of the moment, Bianca served him food and encouraged him to eat more while smiling. His tension decreased, and his true nature emerged. He consumed his meal with less grace, audibly munching on the dishes.

Bianca frowned, her disgust more noticeable.

After three rounds of wine, Drake’s caution waned. He patted his chest, assuring her, “Ms. Bianca, y-you’re my savior! Hehe… I’m not one for fancy words, but I’ll be there whenever you need me! I won’t hesitate to help!”

“Really?” That’s what she wanted to hear.

“Of course!” Drake pledged, burping. “You’ve been so kind to me. If I don’t repay you… Hic! Can I still call myself a man?”

don’t actually need your help.

“Hmm?”

“Who is Krystal Harding?”

his head, sobering

resemble Krystal’s foolish child. Could it be… Lena changed her name for

wide eyes, nearly flipping the

and

are you doing?”

be the one asking what you’re doing! You’re something else, changing your identity after running away and becoming some rich

Bianca listened, stunned.

further chaos. The intoxicated and unruly Drake struggled,

him effortlessly. One even kicked the back of his knee,

eyes blazed with anger. “You’re an ingrate! I raised

chaos, she signaled

things settled, the bodyguards escorted the