Married a Secret Billionaire

Rebecca froze, an instant chill running down her spine.

In a panic, she mentally reviewed everything. Though she liked Morpheus, Persephone had been in

Southeast Aciatic at that time. They had been separated, so there was no way Persephone could have known about her interest in Morpheus.

Rebecca composed herself. Maybe her panic was just due to feeling guilty.

Given Persephone's intellect, she wouldn't suspect a thing.

"Rebecca, why are you standing there? Let's go together," Persephone urged.

"Oh..." Rebecca responded. "Ms. Hamerton, maybe I shouldn't come. It's your date with Mr. Orton. It might not be appropriate for me to tag along."

"Why does that matter?" Persephone smiled innocently. "You're my personal assistant. Naturally, you're responsible for my every move. It's not inappropriate for you to be with me."

"Ms—"

"Let's go." Persephone took her hand. "You probably haven't met Morpheus, have you?"

Rebecca's face fell. For some reason, she felt that there seemed to be something more beneath the surface despite Persephone's smile.

To her surprise, she noticed that while Persephone was wearing high heels and walking this distance, she moved steadily. She had assumed that Persephone wouldn't handle high heels well, that she might stumble outside and embarrass herself in front of Morpheus.

Persephone kept smiling. "You

"Nothing..."

something you aimed for didn't work out?" Persephone's pause was

startled, her heart pounding, but she forced a calm gaze

teasing you."

Her hatred toward Persephone burned like

innate confidence, inherent nobility, and sense

silver spoons, while others fought tooth and nail, only to fall short of even having a

glared at Persephone's retreating

skills, Persephone possessed the whole world. Despite Rebecca's efforts, she remained a

meeting place

already ordered what she liked,

froze momentarily, then greeted her naturally as

composed, giving him