Married a Secret Billionaire

As time passed, Sasha became increasingly anxious. She wondered why Fleur and Chris were taking so long in the kitchen preparing deep-fried fish. Was Fleur dissatisfied with Lena and intentionally leaving her hanging?

While these thoughts consumed Sasha, Zachary sent her multiple messages containing photos of Lena in the hidden room.

Sasha: [I understand.]

Sasha: [Please keep an eye on her. And refrain from sending me any more messages. I don’t want Chris to see them.]

As she finished typing, her second phone rang—the one she used exclusively for communication with the Chrisses.

Upon seeing the caller’s name on the screen, a trace of disgust briefly crossed Sasha’s face. She reluctantly answered the call. “What do you want?”

“What do you mean, ‘what do you want’?” Elijah sounded impatient. “When will you come for the compatibility testing?”

Sasha got up, avoiding the service staff in the living room, and moved to a corner while lowering her voice. “You’re asking me? My dear brother, it’s evident that your wife’s sincerity is lacking.”

Elijah paused and spoke more slowly. “Nala’s condition has worsened.

something to attend to right

“You want money, right?”

Sasha remained silent.

“How much do you want? Just ensure you

“It’s not about money…”

all your conditions!” Elijah emphasized. “Sasha, I also hope you’ll keep

speaker and looked around cautiously. She didn’t want to create a scene in

me some

entered the living room with a smile, followed by Chris, carrying a plate of deep-fried fish, which he placed on

Fleur warmly called. “Come and join us for

appeared somewhat

suddenly remembered some unfinished work I must attend to