Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Maisie called Graham when she noticed she was being followed again, but he did not pick up.

Her heart raced, and she quickened her pace.

Today, she had opted for the main road, a busier route compared to the isolated alley from her previous encounter.

Yet, the person following her showed no hesitation.

Scanning her surroundings, she usually saw occasional police patrols on this street. She stood ready—as soon as

she spotted a police car, she intended to rush over for help.

However, before she could spot a patrol car, her anxiety increased when she noticed yet another person tailing her.

Maisie was frightened but not as panicked as before. Graham wasn't answering, and she didn't make another

attempt to call him. He was too far away to assist at that moment.

She reached her residential compound, but two individuals caught up to her and blocked her path. A scream of

alarm escaped her as she saw leering grins and malevolent glints in their eyes.

"Is that you, Maisie?" One of the men sneered. "Your brother-in-law can't repay the money, so we'll have to take

you with us."

After uttering these words, they moved to grab her.

Maisie struggled desperately, trying to turn and call for the security guard in her residential complex. However, the

other man forcefully covered her mouth and nose, causing her to feel dizzy and slightly nauseous.

Instinctively, she held her breath.

At that critical moment, she heard a man cry out in pain.

The assailants released their grips, pushing her away.

Suddenly, a tall figure stood between them and her.

Stunned, she looked up to see Daniel, his eyes filled with reassurance.

"Don't be scared," he said, positioning her behind him. "I'm here."

A deep sense of security washed over Maisie. She didn't know Daniel well, but she wholeheartedly believed he

would do whatever it took to protect her.

"Who's this hero, saving the damsel in distress?" one of the men taunted.

"Don't you know you shouldn't mess with Fat Lawler?"

Daniel remained calm despite what the two men said. He stared at them icily, and the intimidating aura

surrounding him felt like a beast prowling in the dark.

The men charged at him, and he pushed Maisie aside, confronting the two on his own. They proved no match for

him, ending up on the ground.

One of them brandished a knife, and Maisie saw a flash of cold steel in the darkness, followed by Daniel's subdued

gasp. He clutched his forearm.

Before they could make another move, several of Daniel's men arrived swiftly. The assailants were outnumbered

and quickly subdued.

"Mr. Quimby, what should we do?" a subordinate asked.

"Take them to the police station," he instructed.

"Understood." One of the subordinates noticed Daniel's injury. "Mr. Quimby, you—"

"It's nothing," Daniel assured them.

He turned his attention to Maisie, her face pale with fear and shock, standing motionless.

Signaling for his subordinates to leave, he softly reassured her with his injured arm held behind his back. "You're

safe now. Don't be afraid."

Tears welled up in Maisie's eyes.

"Ms. Squire, it's truly okay now..."

"Are you hurt?" Maisie tried to examine his injured arm. "I saw them with knives just now!"

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Let me take you to the hospital!"

Daniel gently stopped her, worried that his wound might distress her.

At that moment, Nicole approached with a flashlight, her face pale upon hearing about the incident.

"Mr. Quimby, you're bleeding!" Nicole exclaimed, anxious. "You should go to the hospital right away!" "It's just a

minor cut, really," Daniel said, looking at Maisie with a tender expression. "As long as you're okay, I'm fine."

"Why don't you come up to our place?" Nicole suggested tentatively. "We can stop the bleeding and bandage your

wound."

More tears welled up in Maisie's eyes, and she held onto Daniel, afraid of any further harm befalling him.

Her cautious concern warmed Daniel's heart. He wanted to embrace her tightly but didn't dare overstep. Instead,

he lowered his head and smiled as he caught a whiff of her hair's fragrance.

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Maisie's place was not large, but it had a cozy atmosphere. There were two bedrooms, one for her and one for

Nicole.

Naturally, Daniel found himself in Maisie's room.

She helped him onto the bed and fetched the first aid kit. After disinfecting the wound, she carefully wrapped it in a

thick bandage.

"Mr. Quimby, I think you should get this checked at the hospital," Maisie said seriously. "We're not professionals, and

I'm concerned that you might miss the best time for treatment."

"That's not necessary." Daniel smiled. "It's just a cut. Your dressing is more than sufficient."

"Are you hungry?" Maisie asked. "I can make you something to eat. You're injured and need to take care of

yourself." "I..." Daniel wanted to mention that he had eaten before coming, but Maisie hurried out like a whirlwind

before he could speak.

He glanced at the doorway and then returned his attention to the teddy bear on the bedside table. A smile spread

across his face as he picked it up and playfully flicked its nose.

"I never expected to meet you again."

Daniel smiled like a child.

Soon, Maisie returned with food. She was slightly surprised by the sight, and Daniel quickly suppressed his smile,

setting the teddy bear aside.

Maisie chuckled—it was the first time she had seen him behave in such a manner.

"I don't have much at home, so I made some vegetable noodles. Please make do with that," she said.

"Do you have any hot sauce?" he asked.

Maisie furrowed her brow. "You're injured. You shouldn't eat spicy food."

Daniel smirked, a throwback to the old days.

Whenever he had a long night of networking, she used to make him soup and angel hair pasta, insisting they were

good for digestion, and advised him not to overindulge.

Only after losing her did he realize she was the only one who saw through his facade, accepting him

unconditionally, even in his most disheveled moments.