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!”

shouldn’t he have claimed

she held his

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

smirked. “I don’t want them! Get me a

the store’s inventory was not extensive, Persephone demonstrated shrewdness in selecting the pricier items. The cumulative cost amounted

be earned based on

refunds for this particular brand. Customers willingly paid a premium for the

refund were requested, she wouldn’t just lose her

incident thoroughly, probing into the reasons behind the customer’s refund request. Wouldn’t they eventually uncover

severity of the situation. “Sir, ma’am, it’s my fault. Can

tall, radiating even more majesty than

presence bolstered

demand a refund! Is the consumer not entitled to that?

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