Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Christopher struggled to swallow the bite of the sandwich in his mouth for what
seemed like ages. He gazed at Persephone, his mind wandering back...

He didn't just know Morpheus. He had been close since childhood to the children
of the two prominent military families in Southeast Aciatic.

Compared to the Harrises, he preferred visiting the Ortons, especially when he
got to spend time with Morpheus. He considered Morpheus a friend, a brother
even, having engaged in countless mischief together, much to their parents’
dismay.

In his memory, Morpheus was someone who smiled a lot, radiating warmth and
brightness like the Southeast Aciatic sun when he did.

However, from the moment Kaiden betrayed the country, Morpheus never smiled
again, gradually growing distant from Christopher as well.

It wasn't until that evening at the gates of the palace that Christopher felt like it
had been a lifetime.

"I... I don't know him." Christopher forced a smile. "Where would I have met your
boyfriend!"

Persephone blinked, skeptical.

Christopher ducked his head to munch on the sandwich.

It was Morpheus who had asked him to do that, not wanting Persephone to know
too much about his past. However, he didn't seem to consider how sharp-witted
the Hamerton heiress was. Could she not see through the veiled truth?

"Oh, right." Unable to withstand Persephone'’s piercing gaze, Christopher quickly
changed the subject. "We're going to the factory at 2:00 p.m. this afternoon. A
pyrotechnician there will show you the effects of your designed fireworks."

"Just one pyrotechnician?"

"Yeah." Christopher nodded. "The main factory is on holiday, so we're going to
the smaller one. But don't worry, even though it's smaller, the pyrotechnician's
skill level is top-notch!"

In the afternoon, Christopher arrived on time at the fireworks factory with
Persephone.

Situated on the city's outskirts, this factory wasn't large, merely a downstream
production line of that major factory.

The manager warmly welcomed them, "It's such an honor for Your Highness to
visit us!

"Is this Ms. Hamerton? You two standing together looks like a match made in
heav—"

"You talk too much!" Christopher glared at him.

The manager quickly shut up, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He didn't know
this was a forbidden topic!

"Ms. Hamerton and I are just regular friends. Don't make things up!" Christopher
hurriedly clarified.

"Understood!"

"Please, have the pyrotechnician act faster. We're here to see the effects and will
head back."

"Of course!" the manager agreed and moved swiftly.

As Persephone looked around, she raised a concern about the environment,
"Will this do? It seems a bit rundown. Doesn't it seem unprofessional?"
"Actually, it's my first time here, too," Christopher admitted sheepishly. "But this is
the only place where we can see the effects now. It might seem small, but the
equipment is quite advanced. After all, it's the downstream production line of the
royal factory, so it shouldn't be lacking in quality."

Christopher said this aloud, but he was still quite worried. Not about the
equipment, but he sensed that the security there might not be as thorough.
They had come directly from school, and unfortunately, they hadn't brought
anyone else along.

He had an uneasy feeling.

Not far from the factory entrance, someone kept pacing back and forth.

He occasionally glanced inside despite the lack of visibility. He strolled back and
forth beneath the expansive banyan tree, occasionally deep in thought, with a
subtle smile softening his earnest countenance.

Alfred chuckled. "Sir, it's too hot. Would you like to wait in the car?"