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.

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

brutal shift. His time in Centrolis had spoiled him with city extravagances,

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

into the phone. “Ms. Bianca, please don’t be

let out a

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

you’re true to your

anxious and unsure of his next

limited brainpower to think things through. The child Bianca desired was from an esteemed

could he snatch a girl with a similar upbringing?

himself, thinking he was rather

he made a pit stop