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

concern lingered on the possibility that these individuals might not

was merely an adoptive daughter. There was no blood

irritated. Unconsciously, he found himself driving toward

arrival, he was taken aback. The area had developed

craft stores.

these establishments one by one after her departure? He remembered

more people to

shared. The door stood ajar, and

him upon seeing

group stood up promptly. "Mr. Quimby,

I'd

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

when solitude was sought, free from any

leader ushered everyone out with a wave,

in the house, Daniel felt Maisie's lingering presence in every nook and cranny. The couch retained

carpet's color remained vibrant, and the decorations

warmth she