Married a Secret Billionaire

Linda suddenly felt uneasy and quickly looked toward Daniel. However, Daniel’s gaze wasn’t fixed on Persephone. He seemed to be gazing aimlessly, but his expression showed a subtle hint of emotion.

Noticing Linda’s distress, Cordelia took her cold hand and spoke softly, making sure Daniel could hear her too. “Linda, no matter what, we’re still family. I remember when Daniel was a young boy.

“He secretly used our family’s money to take a train and visit you in Jangasas during winter’s first snowfall. He wasn’t warmly dressed and ended up shivering at the train station. He was even mistaken for a runaway child and sent to a welfare institution.

“Your bond is strong, and I believe Daniel wouldn’t do anything wrong.”

Daniel glanced at her, and Cordelia continued with a smile, emphasizing her point. “However, people can change.

“Mr. Quimby, you and Linda can change. While blood is thicker than water, sometimes justice takes precedence over family. You must have heard of the Thompson family’s influence in Cumulus City, and as for the Hamertons… Well, discussing this doesn’t seem productive.

“We’re here today to celebrate the successful renovation of your amusement park project. Let’s enjoy ourselves!”

Daniel smiled, but his hidden emotions seemed to intensify. “Cordelia, your eloquence is as sharp as ever.”

“It’s not the same anymore,” Cordelia replied, looking at him pointedly. “People change.”

Daniel raised his glass, and as he sipped his drink, he felt a burning sensation akin to a prickling needle.

That person must have changed as well…

grew complex, and he slowly exited

frosty as the night he had first

–

most

bustling with luxury cars and people even before classes

quite secure to

own childhood growing up in a similar environment, feeling sympathy for these children who had

entrance. She was delighted to see him but puzzled by the

chuckled. “To be honest, there’s a little one from

“Y-You haven’t become a grandfather at

not a grandfather, but that little one should probably call me

“Who is it?”

Ruth,

said.

wait, feel free to look around and get a sense of our kindergarten’s educational atmosphere. If you could contribute to Centrolis’ education, you’d

saw a young teacher leading a group of children to the playground for an outdoor activity class. They were in sportswear

fixed on the scene. As the slender figure came into view, his heart raced like drums. It was as though everything

was an

grip on the teddy bear slipped, and it fell to the ground, catching the attention of a climbing child who