Married a Secret Billionaire

Maisie's heart pounded as she pushed against Daniel's muscular chest, doing her best to create distance. However,

the feeble attempt seemed more like a tease.

Daniel threw himself onto her and captured her flushed earlobe with a kiss, feeling her tiny frame shake in his

embrace.

"Maisie..." he whispered huskily into her ear, "Can I?"

She shut her eyes, too nervous to respond verbally. He smirked, interpreting her reaction as silent consent.

Yet, just as he was about to proceed, his phone rudely interrupted with an extra blaring ringtone that echoed

through the room, incessantly ringing.

Maisie opened her eyes, her cheeks still flushed. "Pick it up," she said.

With a sigh, Daniel reluctantly distanced himself from her.

It was his assistant calling, and Daniel answered with irritation. "What is it?!"

The assistant hesitated. "Mr. Quimby, um..."

"Spit it out!"

"You asked me to follow him,

his voice, moving to the balcony to shield Maisie from the

and discovered that he does nothing apart from drinking and

seems devoid of purpose, and he resorts to asking for money at home whenever he

surprise him—Owen had exhibited such behavior in the past.

even mistreating his sister. Yet, Maisie had stood up for him when he was ill, selling

his medical bills.

deserving of the immense sacrifices Maisie

joints paled as

else," the assistant said. "He met

was surprised. "Did you

was her indeed. Even if we got the wrong person, we recognized

It belonged

surrounded

meet? What did they talk about?"

assistant paused. "We only saw that they met once throughout the time we followed

they met on the street. Ms. Camila pulled over while Owen went over to talk. It lasted less than two