Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone stood in stunned silence as the voice echoed. A tall figure approached, his broad shoulders reaching out to grab her.

Unintentionally, her gaze caught two shadows on the wall, merging into one, and she blushed.

Morpheus swiftly took the credit card from her hand, slamming it onto the counter. “What are you buying?” he asked.

Caught off guard, she stammered, “N-Nothing…”

“Buy anything you’d like,” he commanded, his voice gentle despite his fierce appearance. “I have money. Let’s see who dares to look down on you here!”

A tickling sensation warmed Persephone’s heart, an odd but pleasant feeling.

Seeing that Morpheus was so muscular and fierce he could totally play a bandit in a movie, the shop assistant dared not offend him, even though she looked down on him.

“Alright, sir.” She smiled, packing the items Persephone had chosen. “I’ll ring up the bill.”

Morpheus remained silent, coldly staring.

After paying, Persephone held his arm and playfully said, “Morpheus, she said I couldn’t afford their stuff!”

trying to comprehend her intentions. After paying for her, shouldn’t he have claimed justice on her behalf? The shop assistant had been polite,

held his

remained composed. “Oh,” he said, unfazed. “What do

smirked. “I don’t want them!

extensive, Persephone demonstrated shrewdness in selecting the pricier

earned based

sought refunds for this particular brand. Customers willingly paid a premium for the exceptional quality and customer service it offered. It was a prominent

if a refund were requested, she wouldn’t just

the customer’s refund request. Wouldn’t they

of the situation. “Sir, ma’am, it’s

Persephone stood tall, radiating even more majesty

bolstered her

wanted these items, but I no longer desire them! I demand a refund! Is the consumer not entitled to that? Or

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