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…

not some

Mr. Irwin, don’t talk of yourself so highly!

people are, they wouldn’t dare talk about

behind with a powerful

I’m already up

closer to Matthew with a sense of

“You…”

dusted his sleeves and looked at

Irwin!” Matthew was

wanted to threaten the man only for the latter

Matthew yelled at his back, “It’s no use that you pander to that rascal! That b*stard isn’t

he halted his steps and

at Rowan’s smirk, but he did not see the latter’s

did you call that

not quite get

smiled, discreetly putting his hand into his pants pocket and holding a silver

yapping with me!” Matthew rolled his eyes. “Rowan, we aren’t saints. Stop calling the kettle black! You think that b*stard won’t look for you to settle the score? He’ll definitely think

Irwin! Let’s kill that b*stard together. When

“Urgh!”

a needle at the back of his ear. Matthew’s eyes rolled back, and he fell right onto the