Married a Secret Billionaire

Daniel grappled with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he hoped that she would remember him, but on the

other, he wished she could completely forget everything that had transpired before, never to recollect those

memories again.

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Guided by Nicole's directions, Maisie navigated her way to her family's address. She couldn't help but smile at the

irony of needing a map to find her own home. Over the past two years, the concept of "home" had slowly faded

from her mind.

"We're almost at my house," Maisie informed Daniel. "You don't have to accompany me any further. I can go on my

own."

"Alright. I'll head back to the company to take care of some matters."

"Sure, go ahead." Maisie was aware that Daniel worked for the prestigious Quimby Group, a renowned name in this

city. Daniel must have a lot of responsibilities there.

With a wave and a smile, she turned to face the aging apartment building.

The neighborhood was in a low-income area, surrounded by shantytowns. The remaining buildings were only three

or four stories tall, showing signs of disrepair and appearing on the verge of collapse.

However, Maisie recalled Nicole mentioning that her family's living conditions hadn't been this dire in the past. What

had caused this decline?

was filled with questions and uncertainty as she climbed the stairs. Upon her

preparing chicken soup.

"Mom—"

finish her sentence, Cindy interrupted her, "Don't just stand there, can't you

hands and come

mother to immediately ask for her assistance

her return home.

she

her hands, and entered the kitchen. The place was in disarray, and the

of

peeling, and chopping vegetables

slow?" Cindy impatiently scolded her. "Have you been living

how to

"Mom, I am helping,

What are you even doing?" Cindy grabbed the knife from her hand. "I'll do it

striking the cutting

was eerie and unsettling.

moment she stepped into the

her phone, intending to text Daniel to inquire when he would pick her up, only for Cindy