Married a Secret Billionaire

There was a dimly lit office on the other side of the underground arena. It belonged to Fat Jim, who loved the dark.

At that moment, he held a cigar while shaking his legs on the table. The vinyl player was broken, but that did not stop him from smiling.

The case of cash in front of him was the source of his happiness. He didn't calculate how much money there was, but he knew it was the amount that made him happy. He didn't care who the person trading with him was. All he knew was that it didn't matter if Morpheus died—his profit was endless.

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Earlier.

"Kill Morpheus."

That was the first thing the mysterious man said as soon as he came in.

that the man had come to the wrong place. Just when he was about to get his men to chase him out, the man placed the case

the case made one

Jim frowned. "What's

shots for who lives and dies." The man chuckled. "I'll give you more if this isn't enough to buy Morpheus' life.

hand. The cash was new—there was a

tossed the cash back into the case. "I won't betray

your buddy?" The man smirked. "Don't

Jim's eyes dimmed, and he

valuable." Fat Jim scoffed. "He hasn't made enough money for me, so how would I bear to let him die? Do you think a case of cash is enough to buy the life of the slayer of the boxing