Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Frederic looked at him with a blank expression.

He was only here because of what Zephyr had said—that he could pretend to betray him. He had picked this time because he knew Yale and was aware that he would not be resting and would still be having fun at this hour.

Since he planned to get something out of Yale, of course he had to choose a time when he could get the closest to him. He just had not expected to see Michelle like this here…

Frederic gripped his fists. It felt as if something had crumbled in his heart abruptly.

Michelle stared at him blankly as well. Her clothes were messy and her hair disheveled. There were even some wounds on her face, and she was throwing herself at Yale.

Frederic suddenly thought he was hilarious. Years of infatuation and resolution broke down in an instant.

He had seen a quote on the internet—“When’s the moment that you suddenly stopped loving someone?”—and he realized this was this moment for Frederic.

He suddenly thought that this was all due to Michelle. Perhaps all this while, what he had liked was the feeling of wholeheartedly liking someone. He had put Michelle on too high a pedestal all this time.

In fact, she was just like some female celebrities in the entertainment industry—except those female celebrities were much franker than her. At least, their ambition and desire were obvious. Unlike Michelle, who had a sweet and demure character on the outside and had to be discreet and stealthy about her desires.

Don’t misunderstand this. I brought Ms. Carmichael here today to take care of her for you because

have to thank you then, Mr.

nothing worth mentioning.” Yale chuckled. “Frederic, it’s a mess in here. Shall we talk

voice was composed. “You call the

got someone to send

his heart drummed on the way there. Michelle Carmichael was a sticky problem! How could she throw herself at him

I’ve thought

Yale snapped back

has been really hard on

night, in

did not find that pliant, sweet-smelling

sight of

even put on his slippers before he dashed out of the bedroom, only to see that

Cordelia on the laptop, checking the Hamerton accounts seriously entry by entry. Not only was she checking them, but she was verifying each