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

was merely an adoptive daughter. There

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

aback. The area had developed significantly, featuring homestays, cafes, and

craft stores.

establishments one by one after her departure? He

more people to visit for the

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

him upon seeing

stood up promptly. "Mr. Quimby, why are

leave. I'd like to spend some

Daniel's demeanor

sought, free from

with a wave, ensuring they

presence in

carpet's color remained vibrant,

warmth she once infused into