Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Persephone stood in stunned silence as the voice echoed. A tall figure approached, his broad shoulders reaching out to grab her.

Unintentionally, her gaze caught two shadows on the wall, merging into one, and she blushed.

Morpheus swiftly took the credit card from her hand, slamming it onto the counter. "What are you buying?" he asked.

Caught off guard, she stammered, "N-Nothing..."

"Buy anything you'd like," he commanded, his voice gentle despite his fierce appearance. "I have money. Let's see who dares to look down on you here!"

A tickling sensation warmed Persephone's heart, an odd but pleasant feeling.

Seeing that Morpheus was so muscular and fierce he could totally play a bandit in a movie, the shop assistant dared not offend him, even though she looked down on him.

"Alright, sir." She smiled, packing the items Persephone had chosen. "I'll ring up the bill."

Morpheus remained silent, coldly staring.

his arm and playfully said, "Morpheus,

shouldn't he have claimed justice on her behalf? The shop

she held his

remained composed. "Oh," he said,

don't want them! Get me

inventory was not extensive, Persephone demonstrated shrewdness

be earned based on

this particular brand. Customers willingly paid a premium for

were requested, she

thoroughly, probing into the reasons behind the customer's refund request. Wouldn't they eventually

severity of the situation. "Sir, ma'am, it's my

stood tall, radiating even more majesty

presence bolstered her

items, but I no longer desire them! I demand a refund! Is the consumer not entitled

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