Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

“What?” Fred’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he expressed his surprise.

Zuko leaned forward, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. “I said I’ll help you rise to power! But there is one condition you must agree to.”

Fred furrowed his brows slightly, intrigued by Zuko’s proposition.

Despite the age difference, the young man standing before Fred exuded a certain aura that surpassed his own.

Fred was well aware of Zuko’s background as a Hamerton, and since arriving in Southeast Aciatic, he had learned about the intricate connections between the Hamertons and the royal family in the region. Zuko had been bestowed with a noble title from a young age.

As a pragmatic person, Fred realized he had no other viable options but to cooperate with the young Count. He took a deep breath and nodded. “I will follow your lead, Mr. Hamerton!”

“Very well.” Zuko poured coffee into a cup with a relaxed and elegant demeanor. He savored the taste and chuckled softly. “The flavor is quite good as well.

“Now, let’s discuss the trade I mentioned…”

Zuko locked eyes with Fred, acknowledging his capabilities. “You are a capable individual. However, the Grists have been suppressing you due to your status as an illegitimate child, which is undeniably unfair.”

pursed his lips, his eyes reflecting a complex

state, but when presented with the right

they have sent you here to diminish your influence. But fear not. I will mobilize the Hamertons’ influence in Jangasas to help you regain control

we will employ their own strategy against them.”

leaving him staring at Zuko in a

sure what you mean by using their own strategy

a company?” Zuko prompted, indicating a potential avenue

the implications. If the Grist Group were to be acquired, it would completely restructure its upper management, allowing those deemed necessary to remain and those deemed unnecessary to depart. This meant that Fred would fall completely under Zuko’s control, which, in his opinion, was a far better outcome than being suppressed by his cold-hearted

solemn and serious expression as he spoke. “Mr. Hamerton,

statement to be overly dramatic. However, Fred firmly believed that his words

the table, resembling an ancient warrior taking a blood oath. He locked eyes with Zuko, raised the cup, and

stop

“Cough, cough, cough…”

horribly bitter taste overwhelmed Fred’s tongue as the coffee went

his face, unable to bear witness to