Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone felt a moment of panic.

Her initial thought was whether the note might be a prank, but she quickly dismissed that idea. Even if it were a prank, there was no need for it to target her specifically.

Besides, the name written on the note was clear—Morpheus. Morpheus was fine!

This person must know her, but for some reason, they couldn't tell her this face-to-face. It wasn't Wynn because his personality was straightforward. He wouldn't use such roundabout means.

However, who else did she know in Flinge besides Wynn and Morpheus? Persephone's heart raced. When Seamus placed his hand on her shoulder, she nearly jumped.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Persephone stared at him for a few seconds before shaking her head frantically.

"You don't look too well." Seamus frowned. "Are you feeling ill?"

along his line of conversation. "I... I do

"What's the matter?"

flower." She glanced at the flower in her hand and casually tossed it into the trash. "You know I've had a slight allergy

frown gradually relaxed. What she said was

Pamela decided to let her be, not excessively cautious, and she grew up healthy. It was just that some residual allergies from her

the restroom, wash my face, and I'll be fine

"I'll accompany you..."

need. I'll be back

headed to the

couldn't pinpoint it. He turned to glare at the other two bodyguards,

only recount the incident with the