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

with the right

sent you here to diminish your influence. But fear not. I will mobilize

want to lure the tiger out of its mountain, we will employ their own strategy against them.” Zuko smirked. “In the end, there will be only one winner—and that will

leaving him staring at Zuko in a

their own strategy against them,” Fred admitted, seeking

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

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

a solemn and serious expression as

dramatic. However, Fred firmly believed that his words did justice to the

of coffee on the table, resembling an ancient warrior taking a blood oath. He locked eyes

stop him

“Cough, cough, cough…”

taste overwhelmed Fred’s tongue as the coffee

covered his face, unable to