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 might not be Camila's true

adoptive daughter. There was

irritated. Unconsciously, he found himself driving toward

he was taken aback. The area had developed significantly, featuring homestays, cafes,

craft stores.

he had invested in these establishments

to

reached the house they once shared. The door stood

upon seeing

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

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

leader immediately grasped the situation, recognizing in Daniel's demeanor a reflection

when solitude was sought, free from

everyone out with a wave, ensuring

Maisie's lingering presence in every nook and

remained vibrant, and the

the warmth she once infused