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.

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

Centrolis had spoiled him with

hotel, unaware of his true situation, treated him with great respect, believing him to be some sort of VIP. It was a life

phone. “Ms.

let out a cold

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hope you’re true to

leaving Drake anxious and unsure of

Bianca desired was from

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

himself, thinking he was rather clever. This should resolve the issue, shouldn’t

entering, he made a pit stop at a convenience store for a few beer