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.

no matter how vast a place, it was always smaller than the

yearning for the outside world, wanting to soar high and break free from the constraints of

sound of airsoft guns. Her heart skipped a beat as she instinctively glanced toward the boys' direction. They had used the airsoft guns to shoot two letters onto the

Persephone's eyes widened.

her, smiling, and pointed at the wall. One

instant. She looked around and confirmed the boys were indeed waving at her,

had already run off by the time she snapped out of

bodyguards rushed over and

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

were you scared

of impact. Next time these boys cause trouble, don't stop us

nervous her breathing became erratic. She didn't absorb a single word they said. Her