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

heart 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 rich meals Bianca provided. She even showered

in the hotel, unaware of his true situation, treated him with great respect, believing him to be some sort of VIP. It was a life beyond his wildest dreams from

hastily spoke into the phone. “Ms. Bianca,

let out a cold

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

I hope you’re

Drake anxious and unsure of

desired was from an

he couldn’t get close to Persephone, could he snatch a girl with a similar upbringing? He could ask for less money since

was rather clever. This should resolve

head, he returned to the hotel. Before entering, he made a