Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1763

Camila seized the opportunity to speak. "Daniel, you can't just say whatever you want. No matter what, this has nothing to do with me. It's just a coincidence. Believe me or not, it's up to you. That's all I'm going to say!"

She left immediately after speaking and hurriedly exited the lounge.

Daniel remained seated for a while before finally departing.

As he passed by the office, he observed Camila engrossed in work-related discussions with her colleagues. They were deeply engaged, occasionally sharing jokes.

Without the recent incident, she appeared as a diligent employee with no apparent grievances.

Camila noticed his gaze—she turned her face, offered a smile, and then resumed the discussion.

His gaze sank. Lily had been correct—she possessed remarkable mental resilience. Despite witnessing her panic moments ago, she was now casually conversing with others.

Daniel composed himself and left the office. While he could certainly exploit his leverage over Camila's parents, who had questionable financial transactions and secured mid-level positions for their children through nepotism, he hesitated. His concern lingered on the possibility that these individuals might not be Camila's true vulnerabilities.

After all, she was merely an adoptive daughter. There was no blood relation.

Daniel took a deep breath, feeling irritated. Unconsciously, he found himself driving toward the suburban villa.

Upon arrival, he was taken aback. The area had developed significantly, featuring homestays, cafes, and unique craft stores.

Did Maisie know that he had invested in these establishments one by one after her departure? He remembered her desire for more people to visit for the breathtaking scenery.

Maisie would prepare a table full of food in the past, anticipating his return. Even if he couldn't make it home for dinner, she would pack it in a food container and send the meal to his office. She strictly forbade unhealthy eating and excessive drinking.

Over time, he had grown accustomed to her influence, both in the realm of his actions and the nourishment of his stomach. He believed he was the one enriching her life, but the reality was the reverse—she had spoiled him.

Sighing, he ascended the stairs to find a small bed in one of the rooms, adorned with spinnable toys that tinkled like a baby's laughter in the breeze.

This room had been off-limits for years since Maisie's departure, but today marked his first entry.

He lingered in the room, gazing out the window with a distant look. Suddenly, his eyes fell upon a small tombstone in the woods beyond the courtyard. His heart raced, prompting him to dash downstairs and head to the tombstone.