Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone paused. The group of young boys running around, laughing and playing, all seemed about eight or nine years old—undoubtedly the most irritating age group.

However, when they saw her, they blinked their large eyes and smiled. Their crystal-clear gazes eased Persephone's guard.

"Don't chase them away." She turned to the bodyguards. "They're just kids. Why bother about it so much?"

"But..."

"This is a neighborhood, not our own home! Let them play. They'll leave on their own in a while. No need for fuss."

The two bodyguards exchanged looks, nodded helplessly, and turned back to the room.

As Persephone leaned against the railing, she found herself a bit envious of these kids.

Seeing them made her reminisce about her childhood. Except, her childhood was never as carefree as theirs.

Hamerton Manor was enormous, palace-like, but no matter how vast a place, it was always smaller than the sky.

She was like a little bird yearning for the outside world, wanting to soar high and break free from the constraints of her family. Yet, she forgot that only the Hamertons could protect her properly.

Her heart skipped a beat as she instinctively glanced toward the boys' direction. They had used the airsoft guns

Persephone's eyes widened.

wall. One of them even raised a pair of

looked around and confirmed the boys were indeed waving at her, showing her the boxing gloves, and spelling out "OK" on the

covered her mouth, her mind blank. The boys had already run

hearing the airsoft guns, the bodyguards rushed over and anxiously

it must be those kids with the airsoft

school and always cause trouble on the streets. They're

were you scared just

like real firearms, they still have a certain

trouble, don't stop us

was so nervous her breathing became erratic.