Married a Secret Billionaire

"Don't worry. It's my treat." Daniel glanced at Camila, "Order anything you want."

"It's fine, really," Camila smiled. "Daniel, you might be curious as to why I can't even bear to buy a cup of coffee...

"In reality, this is my life at home. I appear glorious on the outside as a Quimby heiress, but only I know the

suffering behind everything. My parents neglect me while my siblings do their best to boycott me.

"I have a driver when I go out, I have food when I go home, but none of those belong to me. My jobs were the only

things that belonged to me all these years."

She looked sad, and it was the first time she had said so much to him.

"Daniel, I-I'm sorry," she stammered. "I used your name to work for Ms. Lily. She's your ex-wife, so I."

"It's alright. It's just a job," he said flatly. "It's good that Lily could help you."

"So you don't mind it?"

"Why would I?"

"Don't worry, Daniel." She bit her lip. "I'll do my best. I won't embarrass you."

nodded. He did not worry about that. Camila was thorough in her job, and

family. If she were not an adoptive child, perhaps she would hold a high position in the

it and decided I

"What is it?"

the other day. You remember him, right? He's Maisie's

quite surprised. He did not say

this is what happened." She said, "I went to buy something for my mom the other day. I got the

would run into him on the

"He asked for money?"

at him. "He said he lost

eyes dimmed. "Why did he ask for

car." She shrugged. "The Quimby cars' number plates are easy

sister

Daniel said nothing.

that he's a terrible person, so I pretended not to