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.

up!” Bianca pressed on. “If you can’t get this done, forget about your presidential suite and

a brutal shift. His time in Centrolis had spoiled him with city extravagances, nightlife, and the rich meals Bianca provided. She even showered him

believing him to be some sort of VIP. It was a life beyond his wildest dreams from his days of hardship. Losing all of it because of a little girl

spoke into the phone. “Ms. Bianca,

let out a cold

alright?” Drake assured her. “A little girl isn’t a

I hope you’re true to your

Drake anxious

child Bianca desired was from

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

rather clever. This should resolve the

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 swaggered into the hotel