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

psychological state, but when presented with the right

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

will employ their own strategy against them.” Zuko smirked. “In the end, there will

joy and hope surged, leaving him staring at Zuko in a dazed

you mean by using their own strategy against them,” Fred admitted, seeking

a company?” Zuko prompted, indicating

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

his posture, Fred adopted a solemn and serious expression as he

overly dramatic. However, Fred firmly believed that his words did justice to the gratitude he felt toward Zuko

out and picked up the small cup of coffee on the table, resembling an ancient warrior taking a blood oath. He locked

stop him in

“Cough, cough, cough…”

horribly bitter taste overwhelmed Fred’s tongue as the coffee went down, nearly driving him

unable to bear