Married a Secret Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1801 - チャプター 1810

Maisie was taken aback for a moment and nodded slightly.During the chaotic situation in Lily's office that day, she hadn't gotten a good look. It wasn't until today that she could carefully assess Jodie. The Newhouse heiress was dressed beautifully with a haughty air that kept others at bay.She couldn't help but think of Harvey. He and Jodie came from the same affluent family. Harvey was easygoing and approachable, but that didn't diminish his inherent elegance.Maisie lightly furrowed her brow and smiled as she greeted her.Jodie looked around and raised an eyebrow. "Is Mr. Quimby here too? Did you all come together?""Yeah," Maisie answered softly. "He's here too.""You guys have a great relationship!" Jodie smirked, her words carrying hidden implications. "I heard you were sick before. It seems mental illnesses can be cured. You were seriously ill before, but now you're still with him, right?"Ms. Squire, seeing you like this gives me confidence in my brother!"Maisie jolt

"Well..." Toph pretended to be serious. "It's something beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals like you!"Chris raised his hand to strike, but Toph ducked, laughing as he avoided the hit. "There's only a thin line between artists and lunatics.""True, I'll give you that!" Chris glanced at him. "But you're also an artist, and you're not crazy!""Because we're family, you're biased when it comes to me!" Toph spread his hands. "Here's another example, Lena! To outsiders, she's not normal—reclusive, aloof, a female assassin, but in your eyes, she's the most adorable person in the world! Right?"Chris snorted in agreement.Toph chuckled, putting an arm around Chris' neck. "So, Chris, we shouldn't judge people through a filter. Actually, Harvey's artistic talent is unparalleled...""Very affectionate toward him, aren't you?"The two of them walked and laughed together.The butler entered the studio to announce their arrival and soon escorted them inside.The butler respectfull

Chris stared coldly at the group of so-called doctors.Maybe his intense gaze intimidated them—the doctors exchanged glances and quickly withdrew the needle, injecting only half the syringe before hastily leaving in a fluster.In the room, a few servants remained, tending to Harvey.Weakly, Harvey slumped onto the bed, his face pale.Chris pulled Toph away, leading him out. This place didn't evoke any artistic vibes for him. Instead, it felt eerie.Exiting the gates of the Newhouse residence, Chris breathed a sigh of relief.Toph looked at him oddly and asked what was going on.Chris frowned and slowly uttered, "The sedative...""What?""Don't you think there's something wrong with that stuff?"Toph pondered for a moment, sensing that something might indeed be amiss. "Chris, tell me!""Back then, I had someone get a special drug for Aunt Linda," Chris said in a low voice. "It's what special forces and international spies use. It can make people lose their memory."Realizati

"What's wrong, Chris?""Oh, nothing." Chris snapped back to reality.The director followed his gaze and chuckled, explaining, "You're looking at them? They're likely family members of some of the residents here at the rehab center. Visits are strictly controlled. They're waiting here for clearance. Only after they get permission can they go in for a visit.""Okay." Chris nodded.Jodie and Cindy casually shifted their gaze in their direction. Although neither recognized Chris, his special forces background endowed him with a talent for facial recognition.Confidently, Chris identified the stylish young woman as Harvey's elder sister, Jodie Newhouse—the same person from the family photo at the Newhouse residence.As for the middle-aged woman, Chris recalled Maisie holding her hand and referring to her as "Mom" during the hotel reception hosted by Daniel. Back then, Maisie had left to get Persephone cotton candy while Chris went to the restroom. He didn't dwell on it much at the tim

Daniel turned around to walk to her, his gaze incredibly tender.His voice was deep as he took her hand with a smile. "Maisie, it was all my fault before... I'm grateful that fate has given me another chance to cherish you."Maisie's eyes widened in confusion. What was he talking about out of the blue?She was about to reach for the thing around Daniel's neck when he grabbed her hand."Thank you, Maisie." He was moved. "This time, I'll cherish what you've given me. I won't lose it again."Maisie was even more perplexed. She then saw him turn toward the mirror, stand straight, and smile happily."Well... this royal blue is bright and looks good. Although I've never tried this color, since it's from you, I'll definitely—""Daniel!" Maisie interrupted him with an awkward smile. "I think you've misunderstood.""Misunderstood? This isn't for me?"Maisie was exasperated as she took the "scarf" off his neck. Tigger trotted over, and Maisie put the "scarf" around it...Daniel's mind