Married a Secret Billionaire

“Grandpa Nicholas!” Persephone exclaimed, her eyes scanning the room, eager to find her grandfather.

Unbeknownst to her, he was already crouched behind the sofa.

Linda was exasperated. “What else has your grandfather been teaching you?”

Persephone continued. “Grandpa said people should eat when they’re hungry, sleep when they’re tired, and speak their minds when they’re unhappy.

“He also mentioned we don’t have to be nice to people like that! Just give them three words—just beat them!

“Oh, he also told me that you were really good at fighting when you were young!”

Maisie struggled to stifle her laughter but couldn’t help but chuckle, covering her face with embarrassment and turning away.

Persephone lifted her chin, acting as if she had achieved something incredible, her expression filled with pride.

Linda took a deep breath but couldn’t hold back any longer and finally snapped. “Nicholas Thompson!” she thundered.

behind the sofa, he was still pulled out by

have you been teaching her? What have you taught a good girl like her? How do we explain this to the Hamertons? How am I supposed

I taught? A girl should be

think

Girls should be feisty! What if Sephy turns out like Ms. Squire

longer and gritted her teeth. “Will you die if you stop

uh…” Nicholas realized he had said something

expression had soured

she had misheard. Awkwardly, she tried to defuse the situation. “Actually… Mr. Quimby is

yes, he is.” Nicholas

glared at him to