Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone's hoarse cries were quickly drowned out in the crowd. No one could hear her voice as protests began to rise. Before the match, they had bet heavily on Morpheus' victory, but this match would leave them penniless.

"Useless, get up!"

"You wasted our money!"

"Give us back our money!"

However loud these people shouted, the more pleased Fat Jim seemed. With such high odds, he could make a fortune. Morpheus could still earn him so much money even before dying, making the most of his usefulness.

He chuckled, spat out his sunflower seed husk, and instructed his men to find a decent grave for Morpheus. After all, they were like brothers, and a blank tombstone could serve as his own remembrance.

"Boss, look quickly!"

Fat Jim's subordinate's sudden panic surprised him.

slender figure amidst the chaos. Like a determined little

stop her, but she seemed crazed. Several big men couldn't actually hold

Speculations suggested

knew that gambling losses didn't drive Persephone. If she had a knife,

"Quickly... Stop her!"

don't we have rules? Can't lay a hand on

with a woman?!" Fat Jim was losing his mind as

finished, someone else rushed over and grabbed Persephone's hand. She struggled,

Fat Jim. He was stunned for a moment. When he

seemed to have

the referee halted the match. Morpheus was barely

holding her back. She cried