Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 1956

Seamus said, "I promise you that once we're on the boat and out of here, I'll find someone to inquire about Morpheus' whereabouts in Flinge. Rest assured. He will be fine."

Persephone wanted to cry but clenched her hand tightly, refusing to make a sound.

"Miss, think positively." Seamus looked at her. "Injuries among fighters are common, and Morpheus is accustomed to this lifestyle. Besides, he's the cash cow of this arena. How could the boss just let him die?

"Don't be afraid." His voice gradually lowered, tinged with a hint of sneering. "I assure you. He isn't as fragile as you imagine!"

-

By nightfall, Persephone was still in a daze.

She didn't have a phone, so she discreetly used Seamus' phone to call Wynn. No matter how many times she dialed, however, there was no answer.

Her heart hung in suspense again.

Suddenly, a message came through. She unintentionally opened it. The sender's name was saved with a dash, and there was minimal conversation. The recent message had only four words: [He did not die.]

Persephone felt shocked, her heart pounding.

'He didn't die? Is this "he" referring to Morpheus?

'But who is this person, and why did they message Seamus, telling him Morpheus didn't die?' she wondered.

Her mind was in disarray. She wanted to click on the person's profile to see more details, but Seamus happened to enter the room. Her hand trembled as she turned off the phone and tossed it aside.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Seamus noticed Persephone's pale face.

Persephone shook her head faintly.

"I've packed everything. Let's go."

Persephone softly agreed, following Seamus. -

Nothing happened on the way from home to the dock. The sea was calm tonight, a good time to set sail.

It was almost midnight, so there were few people left on the dock. Individuals engaged in small businesses were wrapping up their operations for the night. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Persephone sat in the waiting room.

Seamus went to check the ship's status, instructing two other bodyguards to stay there.

Feeling bored waiting, Persephone paced back and forth. Suddenly, a young girl selling flowers ran over and handed her a rose.

The two bodyguards immediately stood up, but Persephone glared at them, making them step back. "Miss..."

"You're guarding me against a little girl?" Persephone was already in a bad mood, so she vented her frustration on the two men.

They lowered their heads and retreated.

The young girl stepped closer, her clear, big eyes looking at Persephone. "Miss, you're as beautiful as the flower!"