Married a Secret Billionaire

Nobody had taught Harvey to be wary of those closest to him.

Jodie grinned and departed, arranging for the doctors to clean up the mess.

As usual, Harvey fought with all his might, only to find himself restrained on the bed, tranquilizer coursing through his veins.

Before long, his eyes closed, and he drifted into a stupor.

During these episodes, fragments from his past would unfailingly flash in his mind.

From a young age, Harvey had unknowingly distanced himself from his sister. Perhaps it was his extroverted facade and cold inner world. Outwardly friendly, he kept his heart guarded.

His artistic expressions swung between two extremes, making him question if he might be schizophrenic. He had even consulted a doctor.

Little did he anticipate it would become Jodie’s tool…

She had bribed the doctor, fabricating a report of his mental illness and successfully excluding him from the Newhouse Group’s heirs.

A searing headache gripped him, images hazy and disjointed. The tranquilizer seemed to lose its effect after being administered so many times.

Each time, the pain intensified, and he pleaded, “Sister…”

pulled at his hair. “Save me, save

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beneath Maisie’s apartment, surveying the

short walk from

with her royalty fees, adapting to

crossed Daniel’s face—his little bunny had found her own way and no longer

now of no use

pondered, and he was taken aback when he

“What…”

didn’t look well. Clad in a thin sweater, she appeared

earlier, heading straight to the Quimby Group for work without exchanging words. He hadn’t even

state, he hurried over, took off his jacket,

was bored at home, so I decided to take a stroll. I