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

that

she was merely an adoptive daughter. There was no blood

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

The area had developed significantly,

craft stores.

Maisie know that he had invested in these establishments one by

for more people to

walk, he reached the house they once shared. The door stood ajar, and the cleaning

upon

stood up promptly. "Mr. Quimby, why are you here? Is there something

he replied. "Have them leave. I'd like

situation, recognizing in Daniel's demeanor a reflection of his past. It

when solitude was sought, free from any

with a wave,

in the house, Daniel felt Maisie's lingering presence in every nook and

remained vibrant,

lacked the warmth she once infused