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

the possibility that these individuals might not be Camila's

merely an adoptive daughter. There was

breath, feeling irritated. Unconsciously, he found himself driving toward

The area

craft stores.

he had invested in these establishments one

more people to visit

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

upon

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

leave. I'd like to

in Daniel's demeanor a

when solitude was sought,

leader ushered everyone out with a wave, ensuring they

lingering presence in every nook and cranny. The couch retained

color remained vibrant, and the decorations were meticulously

the warmth she