Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

“You despicable man!”

Rowan was red from anger.

Matthew grinned at him with a sly gaze and ill intentions.

Rowan had been clueless about Zephyr’s private jet crash. He had gotten to know Matthew over several events back then, and they, at most, could be considered acquaintances.

The Irwins in Southeast Aciatic ran a commercial airport other than manufacturing medicines. A few big air terminals in the region were also under their authority.

That was how Matthew had his idea. He somehow brought a technician into the airport without Rowan’s knowledge and tinkered with Zephyr’s plane… He then produced an insurance policy with a huge sum insured and told Rowan that he was the beneficiary of the hundreds of millions of dollars.

Never in Rowan’s dream would it occur to him that he would be framed for this disgusting and repulsive extent!

“Mr. Irwin, if word about this gets out, the outsiders won’t listen to your explanation. They’ll only assume that someone under you harmed Zephyr!

“Your lifetime of reputation will be ruined then!”

Rowan took a deep breath and left after an abhorring glance at the insurance policy.

Later, he felt guilty and asked around for Zephyr’s whereabouts. Upon discovering that he was not dead, he thought that this was a chance God had given him, so he sent someone to check on Zephyr’s condition in secret and give him the medicine.

The dosage he had given back then was enough to support Zephyr for two to three years. The duration was about to come to an end now…

Matthew impatiently. “Matthew Hamerton, I’m not some saint, but I’d never conspire with someone

so highly! Who doesn’t know your interesting history

are, they wouldn’t dare talk about it

behind with a powerful

because I’m already

Matthew with a sense of

“You…”

you, I’m here in Centrolis to send medicine to the child.” Rowan dusted his sleeves and looked at

Matthew was

man only for the latter to counter

that rascal! That b*stard isn’t just ambitious. He’s inhumane! Pander to him, and you’ll

just gotten to the door when he halted his steps and turned around to slowly walk back to

but he did not see the latter’s fists with popped veins on the sides of

you call

Matthew did not quite

putting his hand into his pants pocket and holding

me!” Matthew rolled his eyes. “Rowan, we aren’t saints. Stop calling the kettle black! You think that b*stard won’t look for

b*stard together. When I get the Hamerton Group,

“Urgh!”

Rowan stabbed a needle at the back of his ear. Matthew’s eyes rolled back, and