Married a Secret Billionaire

Toph was troubled. He hadn’t expected this project to be so complicated. All he wanted was to surprise Arya.

“There are a few things I need to tell you,” Zuko said in his usual serious tone, getting straight to business. He pulled up the theme park on his computer’s map, urging Toph to look.

“Take a look at this… Geographically, this theme park is right at the intersection of the new and old town. It doesn’t have a strategic location advantage.

“Nowadays, transportation is well-developed, so people who want to go to theme parks tend to choose larger ones outside the city. And if they prefer staying in the city, there are a couple of options with convenient transportation that can meet their needs.”

Zuko couldn’t stop talking, and Toph was struggling to stay awake.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Zuko reached his conclusion. “So, I don’t think this project is profitable. Do you understand?”

Toph jumped up, suddenly more alert. “Oh… Huh?”

Toph asked, “Bro, must it be profitable?”

Zuko frowned. “Do you think we’re running a charity here? We wouldn’t need to invest in a project like this if it were for charity. And if you’re concerned about boosting the Hamerton Group’s social status, that’s unnecessary. We’re already—”

“Can’t you just support me, brother? Can’t you give it to me as a gift?” Toph pleaded.

Zuko’s irritation was evident. “That’s not how it works.”

He had worked tirelessly to come up with a theme park renovation proposal overnight despite his lack of

effort,

Toph.” Zuko smiled. “I guess I’ll have to help you

to Toph’s plan, it would be a vintage theme park with basic entertainment amenities. The Ferris wheel and merry-go-round would be the iconic

serve as the filming location if the renovation was completed in time. And

a rush of excitement as if that day were just around

home just

its tranquility and lack of crowds. Last time, she had only ridden

vigilant as

her surprise, she encountered the same mysterious man from her previous visit. At first, she didn’t recognize him, but his familiar eyes gave him away. He held a vanilla ice cream

a coincidence. We meet again!” the

remained calm and collected despite the confrontation, radiating

you liked this flavor,” he told her,

like it too?”

appearing lost in thought. “Someone

was puzzled and couldn’t decipher his

a gut

accidentally ruined your ice cream last time. Can

an ice cream, passing it to her

friendly demeanor, raising his ice cream cone in a