Married a Secret Billionaire

Camila seized the opportunity to speak. "Daniel, you can't just say whatever you want. No matter what, this has

nothing to do with me. It's just a coincidence. Believe me or not, it's up to you. That's all I'm going to say!"

She left immediately after speaking and hurriedly exited the lounge.

Daniel remained seated for a while before finally departing.

As he passed by the office, he observed Camila engrossed in work-related discussions with her colleagues. They

were deeply engaged, occasionally sharing jokes.

Without the recent incident, she appeared as a diligent employee with no apparent grievances.

Camila noticed his gaze—she turned her face, offered a smile, and then resumed the discussion.

His gaze sank. Lily had been correct—she possessed remarkable mental resilience. Despite witnessing her panic

moments ago, she was now casually conversing with others.

Daniel composed himself and left the office. While he could certainly exploit his leverage over Camila's parents,

who had questionable financial transactions and secured mid-level positions for their children through nepotism, he

on the possibility that these individuals

adoptive daughter. There was no

a deep breath, feeling irritated. Unconsciously, he found himself driving toward

aback. The area had developed significantly,

craft stores.

invested in these establishments

for more people to

shared. The door stood

him upon seeing

group stood up promptly. "Mr. Quimby, why are you

I'd

the situation, recognizing in Daniel's demeanor a reflection of his

solitude was sought, free from any

leader ushered everyone out with a wave, ensuring they left the

Daniel felt Maisie's lingering presence in every nook

the carpet's color remained vibrant, and the

warmth she