Curiosity always struck every time she thought about all the mirrors in his home. But she had never found the courage to ask the reason behind this. Billionaires were entitled to their quirks, and she never wanted Ryu to think she was judging him or anything.
People might think he was the king of vanity for having so many mirrors in his home, but not her!
Maybe...this was just his way of creating his own Versailles in Evergreen, Texas.
Or maybe this was his low-key way of disprovingfeng shuisince mirrors facing each other were supposedly bad luck?
In any case, Summerine was determined to be just as supportive of his love for—-whoa.Another secret door had her stumbling into another secret room, only this new one had her covering her mouth in shock.
Guns of every caliber that were mounted on the wall. An assortment of spy cameras and lockpicking devices that were lined up in a glass case. And drawers full of cash, credit cards from different countries, and so, so many fake IDs.
Oh my goodness!
This could only mean one thing...couldn't it?
When Ryu had first moved to San Antonio, so much mystery surrounded the origin of his wealth.
His parents were supposedly murdered in South Africa.
His billion-dollar inheritance in diamonds supposedly liquidated in cash.
A large portion of his past unaccounted for, supposedly due to the years he had spent volunteering for the Red Cross in war-ravaged countries.
There were so many questions one could ask but never managed to...because of quiet charm. He just seemed so, so perfect that no one had cared to look past the surface. And maybe, no one ever had the opportunity to do so...except for his own wife.
Summerine slowly backed out of the room.
Oh no.
Was this why his staff would only smile and change the subject every time she asked them about the unique interior of his home?
Did the mirrors have nothing to do with her husband's eccentric taste in design...buteverythingto do with defending his home if it were under attack?
Could the gorgeous billionaire Summerine had married and whom everyone in San Antonio worshipped as the perfect gentleman...be a modern-day mob boss in disguise?
I understand.
