Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Graham was shocked, and the corner of his lip twitched.

"750,000,000 dollars?" he mumbled.

It might be tough to gather even 75,000,000 dollars in working capital with the subsidiary company he was

managing.

If he needed 750,000,000 dollars, he would have to apply with the headquarters, and the application would then be

discussed with the board of directors.

The board was filled with old people who were of a similar age to his father, and they were quite conservative. They

would definitely decline the 750,000,000 dollars...

"Mr. Bayer?" Fat Lawler sneered. "What? The high and mighty prince of the Bayers can't even come up with this

small amount of money?"

Sophia quickly elbowed and signaled him.

She then told Fat Lawler with a smile, "That's not it! Since you've named your price, Graham will definitely take it!"

"Really?" Fat Lawler raised his brows. "Giving you the price is my way of showing my sincerity, but I haven't seen

yours!"

"Fat Lawler—"

She wanted to say more, but Graham stopped her.

He took a deep breath. At the same time, he was ready to face the worst-case scenario.

"Of course, I'm sincere about this, Fat Lawler. However, the subsidiary company I'm currently managing is in a bad

place. If I need to come up with 750,000,000 dollars, my father will definitely be alerted. I'm afraid by then..."

"So that's what you're worried about!" Fat Lawler said while smiling. "Let's just be direct, Mr. Bayer. Do you not have

the money?"

Graham looked terrible and nodded with great difficulty.

"And you don't want your father to find out about this?"

"Yes."

"That's easy!" Fat Lawler puffed on his cigar, and his subordinate handed Graham a business card as the smoke

lingered around him.

Graham was stunned. "What's this?"

"Since you don't have the money, you can get a loan from the bank." Fat Lawler squinted. "I'm close with this

person. He is a bigshot at the bank and will definitely help you financially."

Sophia was overjoyed when she heard this and kept thanking him, but Graham had a bad feeling.

Could Fat Lawler provide everything he was lacking? There was no such thing as a free lunch!

However, Sophia advised him. "Fat Lawler is from the underworld. People like him care most about loyalty! Also, this

is a legitimate bank, not a loan shark. What are you still worried about?"

Graham hesitated and fell into silence.

"Don't you want to show your parents what you've got, gain the power to speak, and marry me?" She grabbed his

arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Graham, this is the best opportunity for us. We can be together forever

as soon as we do this!"

He eventually nodded and hugged her. He wanted to succeed quickly, too. After all, the losses he caused the

subsidiary company could not be solved with forged accounting—he would have to fill them in with real money.

-

A few days later, Maisie returned to the kindergarten after recovering.

Daniel smiled happily when she came to work because he could finally let her sit in the passenger's seat and send

her to the entrance without hiding.

He waved and watched her go in.

He didn't need to make excuses like picking up Persephone, treating all the teachers at school to snacks, or taking

every kid in the school to the theme park just to see her anymore.

Now, he could simply share an afternoon tea with her, take her to the bustling night market after work, gaze at the

stars on the mountain, and enjoy a ride on the Ferris wheel at the theme park.

He even told Persephone openly, "Yes, I'm courting Maisie. Do you think you can help me?"

She pouted and stared at him unwillingly. "Granduncle, you used to buy me ice cream and pizza. Why isn't there

anything now? You even asked me to help you now..."

Daniel couldn't help but laugh and carried her to the pizza place.

"You're smiling even more now, granduncle!" she remarked.

"Yes, people smile when they're happy."

"Are you happy because Ms. Maisie isn't marrying the prince anymore?" she asked.

"Eat your pizza, you little rascal!"

They ate happily, giggling.

At that moment, someone called him. It was Ruth.

He smiled and said, "What's up, Ruth?"

"Nothing much... I just want to ask if you're considering contributing to the education industry in Centrolis," Ruth

said.

"Ruth, are you still expecting me to invest in your kindergarten?" Daniel asked.

"Look at you. You're saying it as if I'm greedy for your money!" She cleared her throat and pretended to be casual

as she spoke. "Forget it. I won't bug you about the investment again... Oh, Ms. Squire got into trouble today. Don't

take it to heart! I'm hanging up."

"Hey, wait!"

It was as she had expected—that worked on him.

He frowned and asked with his deep voice. "What happened?"

"Well... Someone did something behind her back with the outstanding teacher nomination. Okay, okay. That's all

from my side. Pretend I've never said anything!"

Ruth was well-versed in her tricks to have hung up directly. Daniel was worried now.

He wanted to ask Maisie himself but knew she would always tolerate things and wouldn't tell him what exactly

happened. He thought about it and called Ruth.

The tables had turned this time. He said, "Ruth, I've actually been putting the investment proposal together!"

Ruth smiled, thinking, 'Who is Maisie exactly to make this cold and arrogant man surrender so easily?'

"Okay, I'll stop messing with you," she said. "I don't really need your money, but I think you can protect Ms. Squire

better if you have something to do with the school."

"What exactly happened?" he pressed on.

"Our school has one quota for the outstanding teacher nomination of Centrolis this year. I nominated Maisie. I didn't

do that because of you, but because she's really outstanding. The kids love her. She's a valuable teacher, which is

why I nominated her.

"However... There are many aspects to consider. My opinion is only one of them, and they need the opinions of her

colleagues. Something happened with that... A teacher in the school questioned that she has only been teaching for

a short time, so she has no right to be nominated."

Daniel's eyes dimmed. "Who is that?"

"She's connected to the Bayers," Ruth revealed. "Her name's Maeve Campbell, and she's an experienced teacher in

her 40s. I heard she used to be the Bayer children's private tutor 20 years ago!"