Married a Secret Billionaire

Drake’s heart trembled, and he swiftly concealed himself out of sight. Camping out lately hadn’t even allowed him a clear glimpse of Persephone.

Meanwhile, Bianca’s relentless phone calls persisted.

“Dickinson, what are you up to all day? I asked you to take a child, not divine apples. Is it really that challenging?”

‘Damn it!’ Drake cursed silently. ‘Stealing those apples might indeed be easier!’

Despite his inner frustrations, he forced a smile. “Heh… Ms. Bianca, t-this isn’t a cakewalk! I’ve been keeping a close watch these days. Those bodyguards are all armed. I’ll get shot at if I rashly try to snatch the kid!”

“You’re worthless.” Bianca scoffed. “I’ve greased palms on my end, and you’re letting me down!”

Drake suppressed his anger and remained silent.

on. “If you can’t get this done, forget about your presidential suite and a single cent! Go back to

sank at the prospect. Going from luxury to poverty was a brutal shift. His time in Centrolis had spoiled him with city extravagances, nightlife, and the

great respect, believing him to be some sort of VIP. It was a life beyond his wildest

into the phone. “Ms.

let out a cold

assured her. “A little girl isn’t a

you’re true to your

hung up, leaving Drake anxious

to think things through. The child Bianca desired was from an esteemed background. Would children like her fetch

to Persephone, could he snatch a girl with a similar upbringing? He could ask for less

thinking he was rather clever. This should resolve

tune humming in his head, he returned to the hotel. Before entering, he made a pit stop at a convenience store for a few beer cans, then