Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Although Daniel was disappointed, he smiled at her and nodded before saying, "I understand."

Maisie's cheeks blushed, her heart racing as their eyes locked. She quickly lowered her head to sip her bubble tea,

concealing the turmoil in her heart.

"Thanks for your understanding, Mr. Quimby," she said.

"Don't worry about it," he reassured gently. "It's my business if I like you. You don't have to be burdened by it. But I

have a request..."

"What is it?" she asked.

"Please don't reject me while you take time to heal." He chuckled. "You must give me a chance to be good to you."

She shyly pursed her lips, and a sense of romance filled the air.

However, she couldn't help but wonder how to explain this man repeatedly appearing in her dreams.

"Mr. Quimby..." She finally asked, "Did we know each other in the past?"

He was taken aback.

Maisie scratched her head, troubled. "I feel a sense of familiarity with you. Maybe you didn't know I was very sick,

and I forgot everything when I recovered. If you knew me, could you be honest with me? My family won't tell me

about my past, and I don't know why they act like that."

Daniel felt a squeeze in his heart and forced a smile.

After a long silence, he finally said, "We didn't know each other."

Maisie was stunned, watching him in silence.

"Perhaps it's the unique connection between people that makes you feel familiar," he said, his voice hoarse and

slow. "Maybe there wasn't much in your past that your family didn't tell you about. It's all in the past now. You don't

have to cling to it.

"Starting a new life might be a good thing, right, Maisie? I'm willing to embark on this new life with you, and I assure

you that you'll never be wronged again."

Maisie found herself drawn to his voice as if it held an irresistible charm.

He patted her shoulder, smiled, and went to clean the living room, something he had been doing lately. He couldn't

cook, but he could clean.

Maisie observed him, feeling a sense of security in his tall, regular attire. As she watched, she suddenly felt dizzy,

her temples throbbing, and blurry images rushed into her head. She couldn't see them clearly, but they all seemed

to involve Daniel.

She frowned, gripping the blanket, her head clouded with doubts.

Sophia brought Graham to meet Fat Lawler at the underground casino. Graham appeared anxious as Fat Lawler's

men led them in, his reluctance evident in his slow steps.

On the other hand, Sophia was excited and had even picked a gift for Fat Lawler.

"What's bothering you, Graham?" she whispered, leaning in close. "Don't look so gloomy. We're here for a business

discussion. Everyone profits when things fall into place."

They were ushered into the VIP room, where they were served beverages and asked to wait.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Graham confessed, his suspicions growing. "Why would Fat Lawler meet with us

when we have no apparent connection? Why is he interested in doing business with us, especially in the

underworld? And..."

Sophia frowned. "What are you getting at? Do you think he's meeting us for nothing? I've put in a lot of effort to

make this happen. I've spoken with him multiple times.

"Besides, what about the underworld? Isn't Nicholas Thompson part of it? You've been close to him since childhood.

Why are you afraid of Fat Lawler but not your dad's friend?"

"I—"

Before he could respond, laughter echoed from outside. The VIP room's door swung open, revealing a middle-aged

man in traditional attire.

Sophia and Graham quickly stood up, and the man's sharp gaze fixed on them with a cryptic smirk.

"Mr. Bayer?" he inquired.

Graham nodded respectfully. "Yes, Fat Lawler."

"It's an honor to have you at our underground casino."

Fat Lawler exuded charisma with a cold aura, and Graham, worldly as he was, was cautious in his presence.

"I overheard you mention Nic." Fat Lawler chuckled. "I know him, but I was nothing when he was the boss. Hahaha!"

Seizing the opportunity to flatter him, Sophia said, "Nic retired a long time ago. People now bow only to you when

your name is mentioned!"

"Is that so?"

"Absolutely!"

Fat Lawler put down his glass and remarked, "Ms. Sophia, you're not from the underworld. How would you know if

people bow to me?"

Sophia was at a loss and glanced at Graham for help. He signaled her to remain silent, aware that excessive talking

could be a mistake when dealing with an expert like Fat Lawler.

Graham smiled courteously and handed Fat Lawler the gift. "This is a small token from us. It may not be much, but

we hope you like it."

Fat Lawler examined the gift and recognized its value. He squinted and smiled. "Let's not beat around the bush. I

assume you're here for my two mining sites in Cumulus City, am I right?"

"Yes," Graham replied without hesitation. "We hope to secure the bid. We'll express our gratitude properly when the

deal is finalized."

"Do you lack the funds, Mr. Bayer?"

Graham bit his lip and replied, "I just want to make my parents proud."

"That's a noble goal!" Fat Lawler chuckled again. "With your family's power, purchasing the mining sites should be a

breeze."

Graham's eyes lit up. "Sir, are you willing to disclose the price?"

Fat Lawler peered at him and revealed, "750,000,000 dollars for the two mining sites. What do you think, Mr.

Bayer?"