Married a Secret Billionaire

"Oh, it's Mr. Quimby." Owen hastily wiped his hand across his clothes, smiling obsequiously. "I didn't expect... to

meet you again. How have you been?"

Daniel looked at the hand Owen extended, his expression darkening even further.

Maisie gave Owen a pat and whispered, "Owen, what are you saying?"

Owen chuckled and quickly corrected himself. "Oh, I misspoke... Heh, I've had a bit too much to drink, and my

head's not very clear right now. Maisie, what's for lunch?"

Maisie rolled her eyes at him, feeling annoyed.

"Daniel will have lunch at home today, so I'll go help Mom and Nicole."

"Alright, alright!" Owen hastily ushered her toward the kitchen. "Then you go ahead. Make some pork ribs for me!

I've been working too hard lately, so I need some nourishment!"

"You..." Maisie glared at him, concerned he might say something inappropriate.

"Don't worry!" Owen snickered and whispered, "I'll step outside for a smoke. I promise not to speak with your Mr.

Quimby. Is that okay?"

a stern expression

look in his eyes.

and

Owen. He saw this man as nothing more

beneficial to your condition," Daniel said with a somewhat mocking smile on

don't expect Maisie to save you again, do

grinned. Previously, it was because of

had sold herself to Daniel. She had

needs had never stopped. Imported medicine was always

Maisie, but no one had ever asked

with Daniel. Even now, Owen still believed

sisters to take

if Maisie were indifferent and didn't care about saving me, my mother would be

feelings for our Maisie,

Daniel clenched his fists.

closer, saying in a low voice, "I've been a bit tight on funds lately.

up, his eyes turning even