Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

“Lina, this bag matches you too!

“You should try everything on. I’ll wait for you here!”

Upon saying that, Gia sat on the sofa in the center of the boutique, and immediately someone served her exquisite-looking pastries.

Lina felt like she was dreaming. Several shop assistants followed behind her, each with their hands full and a smile on their faces that only appeared when they saw potential customers.

Seeing Lina hesitate to enter the fitting room, Gia walked over and took her hand with a light smile. “Okay, I’ll tell you the truth. My parents did come into some money!”

“What?”

“It’s a few stocks they bought in their early years.” Gia’s gaze was evasive. “Somehow, they skyrocketed recently to the point where they both start questioning reality! Heh, it’s like a windfall, isn’t it?”

Lina was half skeptical. She occasionally paid attention to the stock market news too. Although she did not understand it well, she could still read charts and trends. In her impression, the stock market had always been in decline, but a few stocks had risen unexpectedly and turned everything red. Perhaps Gia’s parents did have some good luck.

“Even so, we shouldn’t be wasteful like this!” Lina placed her hand on the back of Gia’s hand. “Besides, this money belongs to your parents. We can’t spend it recklessly.”

no, some of it is mine!” Gia hurriedly explained, “Anyway… Anyway, you can spend it. I’ll buy whatever you like today,

“Gia—”

you remember me hiding at your place when I had fights with my parents and got kicked out of the house? You always take me in and stand up for me when I face

warmed, and she

Gia’s voice gradually lowered with a hint of pleading. “Let me

need to be so

“Lina!”

and said, “But don’t buy so much, just one clothing

abnormality

this year. Even though your birthday hasn’t arrived yet, you can choose now.

Lina also smiled and picked out something she liked to take into

lips, somewhat lost as she stared in the direction of the fitting room.

the large sapphire ring on her hand, then looked at her handbag with the car key hanging on it—the logo on the key was often

or rather, if it were not for Pamela, Gia would never have all

beat, and she clenched