Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1914

There seemed to be a voice inside Persephone that said, "Don't do this. It's someone else's money."

She recalled what Wynn had told her. Morpheus' life hung on the edge every day working at the underground arena. The slightest mistake could cost him his life.

However, the audience watching the competitions were avid gamblers who cared little for the fighters' lives, deriving pleasure from the adrenaline of gambling.

Her hands shook.

She glimpsed Morpheus' blood-stained wrist wrap, a testament to the toll he paid for every cent earned. Yet, she...

After some thought, she held onto the credit card.

"What's wrong?" Wynn asked softly.

"I-I'm sorry." She turned to face him. "I suddenly remembered that this is Morpheus' hard-earned money. Even though he gave me his card, I shouldn't spend it thoughtlessly. Also, taking credit for using his money to buy you things doesn't make sense…"

She was sincere, "Wynn, can we buy these later? When I have the money, I—"

"Of course!" He smiled happily. "You silly girl. Why worry about that? Even if you have money, we won't buy this! They're not good anyway. Only foolish wealthy people who know nothing would fall for their trap..."

"Umm…"

She forced a smile.

Just then, the shop assistant's rude voice echoed. "Are you buying or not?"

"No." Wynn waved. "We're going to check out other stores."

"I'll give you a free lesson! Don't pretend if you can't afford things. People like the two of you can't afford us, get it?"

Persephone took a deep breath.

She was a lifetime VIP member of the brand, and not many people owned the membership.

During her time at Centrolis, the brand's Regional CEO would have to respect her whenever they met, calling her "Ms. Persephone".

She calmed down, looked at the arrogant shop assistant, and smirked coldly. "I'll give you a series of numbers, and you'll look it up on the computer. You'll tell me if I can afford your brand or not!"

The shop assistant frowned, clearly not understanding her.

Just as Persephone was about to provide her VIP membership number, a deep, electric voice suddenly sounded behind her. "Who said my wife can't afford this?"