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.

forget about your presidential suite and a single cent! Go back to your village

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

treated him with great respect, believing him to be some sort of VIP. It was a life beyond his wildest dreams from his days of hardship. Losing all

spoke into the phone. “Ms.

let out a cold

her. “A

I hope you’re true to

hung up, leaving Drake anxious and unsure of his next

child Bianca desired was from an esteemed

snatch a girl with a similar upbringing? He could ask for less money since he hadn’t secured the

chuckled to himself, thinking he was rather

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