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 mix

right opportunity, he

trouble and the Grist Group in chaos, they have sent you here to diminish your influence. But fear not. I will mobilize

own strategy against them.” Zuko smirked. “In the end, there will be only one winner—and that

hope surged, leaving him

what you mean by using their own

Hamertons to acquire a company?” Zuko prompted, indicating a potential

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

serious expression as he

his words did justice to the gratitude he

Fred reached out and picked up the small cup of coffee on the table, resembling an ancient warrior taking a blood oath. He locked eyes with Zuko, raised the cup, and solemnly drank its contents

couldn’t stop

“Cough, cough, cough…”

tongue as the

unable to bear witness to the