Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Persephone paused. The group of young boys running around, laughing and playing, all seemed about eight or nine years old—undoubtedly the most irritating age group.

However, when they saw her, they blinked their large eyes and smiled. Their crystal-clear gazes eased Persephone's guard.

"Don't chase them away." She turned to the bodyguards. "They're just kids. Why bother about it so much?"

"But..."

"This is a neighborhood, not our own home! Let them play. They'll leave on their own in a while. No need for fuss."

The two bodyguards exchanged looks, nodded helplessly, and turned back to the room.

As Persephone leaned against the railing, she found herself a bit envious of these kids. Seeing them made her reminisce about her childhood. Except, her childhood was never as carefree as theirs.

was enormous, palace-like, but no matter how vast a place,

and break free from the constraints of her family. Yet, she forgot that only the Hamertons could protect

guns. Her heart skipped a beat as she instinctively glanced toward the boys' direction. They

Persephone's eyes widened.

boys waved at her, smiling, and pointed at the wall.

boys were indeed waving at her, showing her the boxing gloves, and spelling out "OK" on the wall to

The boys had already run

the airsoft guns, the bodyguards rushed over

of the bodyguards grumbled. "These boys probably can't afford

were you

aren't like real firearms, they still have a certain degree of impact. Next

a single word they said. Her mind was full of that "OK" and the pair