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

all, she was merely an adoptive daughter. There was no blood

Unconsciously, he

aback. The area had developed significantly, featuring

craft stores.

invested in these establishments one by one

more people to visit

the house they once shared. The door stood ajar, and the

upon

promptly. "Mr. Quimby, why

"Have them leave. I'd like to spend some

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

solitude was sought, free from any

with a wave, ensuring they left

presence in every nook and cranny. The couch

remained vibrant, and the decorations were meticulously

kitchen lacked the warmth she once