Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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Maisie's heart pounded as she pushed against Daniel's muscular chest, doing her best to create distance. However,

the feeble attempt seemed more like a tease.

Daniel threw himself onto her and captured her flushed earlobe with a kiss, feeling her tiny frame shake in his

embrace.

"Maisie..." he whispered huskily into her ear, "Can I?"

She shut her eyes, too nervous to respond verbally. He smirked, interpreting her reaction as silent consent.

Yet, just as he was about to proceed, his phone rudely interrupted with an extra blaring ringtone that echoed

through the room, incessantly ringing.

Maisie opened her eyes, her cheeks still flushed. "Pick it up," she said.

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With a sigh, Daniel reluctantly distanced himself from her.

It was his assistant calling, and Daniel answered with irritation. "What is it?!"

The assistant hesitated. "Mr. Quimby, um..."

"Spit it out!"

"It's about Owen." The assistant nervously continued. "You asked me to follow him, and I."

"Wait." Daniel lowered his voice, moving to the balcony to shield Maisie from the conversation. "Okay, go ahead."

"Well, we've been tailing him for a few days and discovered that he does nothing apart from drinking and gambling.

His life seems devoid of purpose, and he resorts to asking for money at home whenever he loses in gambling."

Daniel's face darkened. The revelation didn't surprise him—Owen had exhibited such behavior in the past. Drinking,

gambling, and even mistreating his sister. Yet, Maisie had stood up for him when he was ill, selling her body to cover

his medical bills.

Was such a brother deserving of the immense sacrifices Maisie had made?

Daniel's joints paled as he gripped his phone.

"Also, we found something else," the assistant said. "He met with Ms. Camila."

"What?" He was surprised. "Did you guys make a mistake?"

"No way." The assistant was confident. "It was her indeed. Even if we got the wrong person, we recognized the car's

number plate. It belonged to the Quimby family."

Daniel was dumbfounded. Suspicion surrounded him like dark clouds.

"Why did they meet? What did they talk about?" he asked.

"Um..." The assistant paused. "We only saw that they met once throughout the time we followed him.

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And they met on the street. Ms. Camila pulled over while Owen went over to talk. It lasted less than two minutes.

We couldn't hear what they were talking about as we were too far away."

"Okay, got it," he said. "Continue following him and see if you find anything else."

Daniel fell deep in thought after hanging up.

The person his assistant mentioned was Camila Quimby, the Quimbys' adopted child. She belonged to his fourth

uncle. The couple was childless back then, so they had adopted a girl.

Coincidentally, the wife became pregnant soon after adopting her. Since then, they had more children.

As they had their own children, they grew colder and colder toward this adopted daughter.

From what Daniel remembered, Camila had little presence at home and was not attention-seeking. She was always

quiet and well-behaved, with good grades in school.

She had worked at the Quimby Group for a while after graduating but had been chased out due to a scheme

orchestrated by the fourth uncle's children.

Nobody cared if she had been wrongly accused back then. She was just an adoptive daughter, and it was enough

that the family provided her with a roof above her head.