Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1507

Drake's heart trembled, and he swiftly concealed himself out of sight. Camping out lately hadn't even allowed him a clear glimpse of Persephone.

Meanwhile, Bianca's relentless phone calls persisted.

"Dickinson, what are you up to all day? I asked you to take a child, not divine apples. Is it really that challenging?"

'Damn it!' Drake cursed silently. 'Stealing those apples might indeed be easier!'

Despite his inner frustrations, he forced a smile. "Heh... Ms. Bianca, t-this isn't a cakewalk! I've been keeping a close watch these days. Those bodyguards are all armed. I'll get shot at if I rashly try to snatch the kid!"

"You're worthless." Bianca scoffed. "I've greased palms on my end, and you're letting me down!"

Drake suppressed his anger and remained silent.

"Listen up!" Bianca pressed on. "If you can't get this done, forget about your presidential suite and a single cent! Go back to your village and embrace poverty!"

Drake's heart sank at the prospect. Going from luxury to poverty was a brutal shift. His time in Centrolis had spoiled him with city extravagances, nightlife, and the rich meals Bianca provided. She even showered him with money, elevating his status over time.

Some in the hotel, unaware of his true situation, treated him with great respect, believing him to be some sort of VIP. It was a life beyond his wildest dreams from his days of hardship. Losing all of it because of a little girl would be a colossal waste!

Drake hastily spoke into the phone. "Ms. Bianca, please don't be upset!"

Bianca let out a cold huff.

"I... I'll find a way, alright?" Drake assured her. "A little girl isn't a big deal. I can manage it!"

They probably weren't inferior to that little girl from the Hamertons!

Thinking this, Drake decided to focus on one of these girls and bring her to Bianca.

Drake lingered in the lobby, scanning for potential targets. Soon, he spotted a girl with braided hair clutching a doll, accompanied by an elegantly dressed woman, strolling along.

Drake fixed his gaze on the child. She was unaccompanied by bodyguards, but their attire hinted at their prosperity.

The girl seemed to be around five or six years old, slightly older than his initial target. Nevertheless, it made little difference!

Drake grinned and discreetly shifted from his corner seat to a closer vantage point. His eyes remained fixed on the woman and the child.