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?"

The man, who'd had a stern expression just moments ago, now

look in his eyes.

turned and

man as nothing more than an

drinking aren't beneficial to your condition," Daniel said with a

expect Maisie to save you again, do

then nonchalantly grinned. Previously, it

had caused that Maisie had sold herself to

stopped. Imported medicine was

but no one had ever asked if she was doing well

whether she could handle being with Daniel. Even now, Owen still believed that it was

sisters to take

Maisie were indifferent and didn't care about saving me, my

feelings for our Maisie, you

Daniel clenched his fists.

low voice, "I've been a bit tight

looked up, his eyes turning