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 just moments ago, now had

look in his eyes.

and

Owen. He saw this man as nothing more than

Daniel said

to

paused for a moment, then nonchalantly grinned. Previously, it was because of his illness

bills it had caused that Maisie had sold herself to Daniel. She had spent three years by his side, and

needs had never stopped. Imported medicine was always the

Maisie, but no one had ever asked if she was doing well or

could handle being with Daniel. Even now, Owen still believed that

to take care

care about saving me, my mother would be the first to

feelings

Daniel clenched his fists.

saying in a low voice, "I've been a bit

looked up, his eyes