Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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As time passed, Sasha became increasingly anxious. She wondered why Fleur and Chris were taking so long in the

kitchen preparing deep-fried fish. Was Fleur dissatisfied with Lena and intentionally leaving her hanging?

While these thoughts consumed Sasha, Zachary sent her multiple messages containing photos of Lena in the

hidden room.

Sasha: [I understand.]

Sasha: [Please keep an eye on her. And refrain from sending me any more messages. I don't want Chris to see

them.]

As she finished typing, her second phone rang—the one she used exclusively for communication with the Chrisses.

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Upon seeing the caller's name on the screen, a trace of disgust briefly crossed Sasha's face. She reluctantly

answered the call. "What do you want?"

"What do you mean, 'what do you want'?" Elijah sounded impatient. "When will you come for the compatibility

testing?"

Sasha got up, avoiding the service staff in the living room, and moved to a corner while lowering her voice. "You're

asking me? My dear brother, it's evident that your wife's sincerity is lacking."

"You..." Elijah paused and spoke more slowly. "Nala's condition has worsened. Can't you at least come to see her?"

"I have something to attend to right now."

"You want money, right?"

Sasha remained silent.

"I'll give you money," Elijah said coldly. "How much do you want? Just ensure you take care of my daughter!"

"It's not about money..."

"I can agree to all your conditions!" Elijah emphasized. "Sasha, I also hope you'll keep your promise! You said you'd

save my daughter!"

Sasha covered the phone's speaker and looked around cautiously. She didn't want to create a scene in the

Hamertons' home, so she reluctantly agreed.

"I really can't come right now... Give me some time, and I'll come over soon," she said.

Just then, Fleur entered the living room with a smile, followed by Chris, carrying a plate of deep-fried fish, which he

placed on the dining table.

"Lena!" Fleur warmly called. "Come and join us for a meal!"

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Sasha's expression appeared somewhat unnatural.

She forced a smile. "Apologies, I... I suddenly remembered some unfinished work I must attend to immediately..."

"Oh, work?" Fleur raised an eyebrow and smiled. "No worries. It's a shame to miss this meal."

"After I finish my work, I'll definitely join you for dinner, alright?"

"Of course!" Fleur held her hand. "Whatever you say! Chris can accompany you."

However, Sasha immediately declined, "No need!"

Chris's eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists at his sides.

"I mean... Chris should stay here with you," Sasha stumbled over her words. "I have already been rather impolite

and can't bear to inconvenience you further."

After hastily saying her goodbyes, Sasha rushed out of the front door.

Chris was about to chase after her, but Fleur stopped him and signaled to two trusted subordinates on either side.