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?"

stern expression just moments ago, now

look in his eyes.

turned and went into the

this man as nothing more

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

to save you again,

nonchalantly grinned. Previously, it

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

needs had never stopped. Imported

entire Squire family had benefited from Maisie, but no one had ever asked if she was doing well or

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

to take care

indifferent and didn't care about saving me,

Quimby, if you truly had no feelings for our Maisie,

Daniel clenched his fists.

voice, "I've been a bit tight on funds lately. Could

looked up, his eyes turning