Married a Secret Billionaire

Rebecca felt flustered, not daring to move in the passenger seat.

Persephone smiled after speaking, reclining comfortably in the back seat and stretching lazily.

"Oh my, it seems like I'm really drunk now." She laughed. "I'm starting to feel a bit of a headache. Rebecca..."

"Yes?" Rebecca felt extremely uneasy.

"When we go back later, I won't have you stay there tonight."

Rebecca was startled. "What?"

Since she arrived in Southeast Aciatic, she had been living and eating together with Persephone as it was convenient to take care of her. If Persephone didn't let her stay there tonight... where would she go?

"Ms. Jacox, you might not know, but Ms. Hamerton has always been like this. When she has a headache, she dislikes having anyone around her," the chauffeur said with a smile.

"I... I won't be around her!" Rebecca turned to the backseat. "Ms. Hamerton, I'll stay in the downstairs living room! If you need anything, just call me. I—"

"Ms. Jacox, when Ms. Hamerton asks you to leave, just leave. Don't bother her," the driver interrupted.

stay at the servants' quarters of the

"But—"

driver said. "Of course, it can't compare to Ms. Hamerton's

her lip. In the back seat, Persephone's eyes were closed, her face slightly flushed, seemingly

a deep breath. When she arrived

palace treated her with respect. What would people say if she inexplicably went to

people, all astute and perceptive, quick to notice something

others, didn't they? They had money, power, and an innate sense of superiority, punishing others for their slight displeasure... Did they know how much effort someone as insignificant as her had to put

a few words, they could negate all her

first." The car had

and said, "The butler

"What... What luggage?"