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

world, wanting to soar high and break free from the constraints of her

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

Persephone's eyes widened.

her, smiling, and pointed at the wall. One of them even

raced in an instant. She looked around and confirmed the boys were indeed waving at her, showing her the boxing gloves, and spelling out "OK"

covered her mouth, her mind blank. The boys had already run

bodyguards rushed over and anxiously inquired about

must be those kids with the airsoft guns, right?" one of the bodyguards grumbled. "These boys probably can't afford school and always cause trouble on the streets.

you scared

guns aren't like real firearms, they still have a certain degree of impact. Next time these boys cause

became erratic. She didn't absorb a single word they said. Her mind was full