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

cash in the case made one fall into a

frowned. "What's

The man chuckled. "I'll give you more if this isn't enough to buy Morpheus'

chubby hand. The cash was new—there was a smell

sir." Fat Jim tossed the cash back

The man smirked.

dimmed, and he

bear to let him die? Do you think a case