Married a Secret Billionaire

“Must you interfere in my affairs, you stinky brat?” Drake grumbled, annoyed.

Alexander was his son, and he didn’t plan to keep secrets from him. In his eyes, they shared the same blood. No matter how much he scolded or disciplined him, he couldn’t abandon his own flesh and blood.

He opened a drawer and found a pair of scissors, cutting off Nala’s braids, which fell to the floor.

Alexander was shocked. He wanted to stop his father, but he knew he couldn’t match Drake’s strength, so he bit his lip and approached him. “Dad, are you really going to sell this girl?”

“It’s not my choice. It’s what Bianca wants,” Drake said with a frown, instructing Alexander to fetch some of his old clothes from the wardrobe.

Alexander brought the clothes and watched as Drake’s dirty hands tore at Nala’s small dress. He exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

“You little troublemaker!” Drake glared at him. “Lower your voice. Do you want to expose us?”

“Dad, you—”

“I need to change this girl’s clothes! Her current attire will make her stand out,” Drake explained impatiently.

his father aside. “I’ll do it. You

want to help your old man, huh? Heh… I can still count on my son when it

things one step at a time. He didn’t remove Nala’s dress but simply dressed her in Drake’s old

it!” Drake signaled to him. “The van is in the backyard.

are you

outskirts,” Drake impatiently replied.

–

at the Hamerton

discuss future cooperation. The banquet took place in a separate hall with a limited number

calm and

was off. Drake had claimed to

someone tapped Bianca on the

find Arya, who

it’s really you!

was momentarily surprised but managed to