Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone was taken aback, looking at the woman with doubt.

Meanwhile, Wynn appeared awkward, tilting his body as if dodging her.

“What’s wrong?” Persephone asked.

“She’s Shirley,” he said softly. “She’s with Kourtney.”

Persephone thought fast, connecting that with his past, and roughly guessed the grudge between them.

There were many nightclubs on the street, and Kourtney was a powerful madam. She certainly had many “generals” under her wing. Shirley seemed to be one of them.

Meanwhile, a “skirmisher” like Wynn had no support. They must have boycotted him. Given his special identity as a man, they likely looked down on him and bullied him. However, they dared not go over the line. After all, he had Morpheus behind him.

The most they would do was what she was doing now—teasing and humiliating him before leaving him alone.

and gestured toward the alley. “Sephy, let’s walk

and rudely inspecting Persephone.

loud. “Oh, wait! He only looks strong on the outside. He can’t last

Wynn couldn’t take it anymore. “What business do you have

stand up for

is, but we all know how powerful his fists are! Don’t you dare offend

a fetish, or she wouldn’t be friends with a monster like you. Do you guys have threesomes? Or else why are you always clinging to them? You guys sure are fun people. We can’t compete with you on

flushed.

“She’s saying nothing, so why