Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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.
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!"

Persephone smiled.

The young girl said again, "Take this flower!"

Persephone asked the bodyguards to pay, but the young girl refused the money,
just pushing the flower into her hand and disappearing without a trace.

The two bodyguards exchanged looks.

Persephone remained puzzled for a moment as she held the rose in her hand.
Suddenly, she noticed something in the wrapping paper...

Her heart thumped.

There was a folded piece of paper hidden in the wrapping paper. Otherwise, it
wouldn't have felt so obvious. She gestured for the bodyguards to step back and
secretly unfolded it only to see a line of text.

[Don't board the ship. It's dangerous. Morpheus is fine.]

Persephone's mind buzzed, her heart almost leaping out of her mouth.

She instinctively looked around, but everything seemed normal—no one was
following her.

She didn't know who had given her this note. The words were printed, so it
seemed the person didn't want her to recognize their handwriting.